Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Shack,
One was sleepless, and about to hit the sack,
His maps were hung on his wall without care,
And the fact was that his mind truly wasn't there,
His friends lay near him, all tangled in bed,
Because the cheaply-made sheets contained barely a thread,
Mabel in her sweater and Dipper in his vest,
Had gotten into bed and attempted to rest,
When from downstairs there came a loud shatter,
Wendy lifted her head, her nerves all a scatter,
Soos jolted awake, the twins up in a flash,
All racing to stand and find the source of the clash,
The light in the Shack was barely more than a glow,
All four crept downstairs, each lying low,
Expecting the supernatural, astonishment came sheer,
When they spotted Stan right out in the clear,
He was cleaning the remains of something quite thick,
That was crafted from glass, the slivers collected quick,
Soos opened his mouth, but no sound came,
The others urged silence as something broke again,
Stan mumbled a swear and moved towards the sound,
While the four younger people stood observing, astound,
He seemed to be decorating, if trying at all,
For the house seemed more shiny than any could recall,
Gifts he placed while the four continued to spy,
He did not see them, even though they were close by,
Finally, they decided their observance was through,
Upstairs went the twins, Soos and Wendy too,
They settled back down beneath the moldy roof,
And giggled to one another, for now they had proof,
For months now, they had been poking around,
After many unusual decorations had been found,
They suspected by the conman the lights had been put,
As well as the gifts, the ornaments and the tinsel underfoot,
The four planned a sleepover in the rundown Shack,
In hopes that the culprit they could track,
At first the male twin had seemed a bit wary,
Though he never said why, giving the others something to carry,
They had waited for days and days though,
They weren't giving up after all that, no,
Finally, the night came after a wait for weeks
As a matter of fact, it had been anything but brief,
They hadn't stayed awake, on the contrary,
It had only been the sound that had caused them to vary,
One could have always thought to oneself,
That it was fine, only contributing to their health,
But now they knew, all awake in their beds,
It had been their great uncle who had caused the spread,
Of cheer, despite his indifference and smirk,
He truly was one to stick to his work,
He wanted them to be happy, no matter what he would impose,
And for that taken time away from his doze,
The day after, they would be met with dismissal,
At the guess and the proof their great uncle would bristle,
Despite this though, the gang knew they were right,
They had all seen Stan playing Santa late last night.
A/N: Ok, I know I said it wasn't going to be cheesy, but guess what? My family had a big competition on Christmas Eve where we all read A Visit From St. Nicholas, and I inadvertently got inspired. Sorry, guys. Maybe I'll do the crazed Mall Santa story next year.
I had one heck of a time trying to find rhymes for all the original words… I hope you like this…
