Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Smash House
Not a creature was stirring, not even an electric mouse.
The socks were hung by the chimney with not much care,
because the Lucas said, "If you don't Santa won't be here."

The Ice Climbers were nestled all snug in their bed,
While visions of super smashes danced in their head.
And Peach in her nightgown, and Ness in his red cap,
Had just settled their minds for a nice long nap.

When out in the front lawn there arose such a clatter,
Toon Link sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and ripped off the sash.

The moon on the breast of the peed-on snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to stuff below.
When, what to his cat-like eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a big fat driver, so lively and quick,
He realized in a few minutes it was St Nick.
More rapid than Falco his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the roof top the reindeer they flew,
With the sleigh full of gifts, and the fat guy too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The stomping and romping of each big hoof.
As Link turned in his head, and was running around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all messed up with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a door to door salesman, just opening his pack.

His eyes, how they twinkled like warpstars! His smile how merry!
His cheeks were like fire flowers, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as yellow as the snow.

The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and an over weight belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of grape jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And Link laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the socks, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Link heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Hanukkah to all, and to all a good night!"