'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creator was stiring,
Not a rabbit, nor mouse.

The stockings were hung
By the chimney with care,
With great expectations
That I'd soon see a hare;

My gun fully loaded,
In my bed I was snug.
If the rabbit shows up,
I'll give him a plug,

Then all of a sudden,
There arose such a clatter,
That I arose with my shotgun,
To see what was the matter.

When, what to my wondering,
Eyes should appear,
But that treachous trickster,
And a bunch of Reindeer.

I snuck up on the intruder,
Who was jolly and cute,
I knew it was the rabbit,
Dressed in Santa's suit.

So I pulled the trigger,
My, that fat man could run,
When that rock salt hit him,
Right square in the bun.

He jumped into his sleigh,
And off he did fly,
That pesky rabbit was gone,
In the blink of an eye.

As he drove out of sight,
I heard the swearing so plain,
"I'm Santa Claus,"
Elmer, you are a pain!"