T'was the night before christmas, and all through the house,
a strange gray creature was moving, and it wasnt a mouse.
The infrared cam was all setup with care, in the hopes that the Et's soon would be there.
The children were levitated out of their beds,
Those pesky Et want to mess with their heads
momma with the shotgun and I with a bat,
were ready for him, were not takin that crap!
When from the bedroom there arose such a clatter
We sprang into action, to see what was the matter
away to the kids room we flew like a flash
all hyped on adrenalin, ready to bash.
Bright light from the ceiling shone down to show
that sneakey gray F****r, lurking below,
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Another gray theif with arms full of my beer.
And then in a twinkling i heard on the roof
The stumble and falling of a drunken gray goof
Momma blasted away, and one lost his head,
the other sh*t himself and hid under the bed.
It was skinny and fugly, a right nasty wee elf,
And i laughed as I K.O'd him inspite of myself
The way that he fell and his now shattered head
soon gave me the know, we had nothing to dread.
The rest ran to their spaceship and with a sound like a whistle
away they all flew away like the down of a thistle
And we heard them exclaim as they flew into the night
We should never have let the fox mulder out of our sight!
[edit on 5-12-2004 by instar]
