Disclaimer: I Do not own 'The Night Before Christmas', or any WWE franchise, wrestlers, or anything else. This was made purely for humor and holiday cheer.


It was the night before Christmas,

And all through the house,

Not a Superstar was stirring,

Not even Barret, who was still as a mouse.

Their stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hope that Santa Claus would stop by there.

Everyone was already in their beds,

Dreams of elves and reindeer wrestled through their heads.

Ted in his briefs, and I in my sweats,

Cody tucked in between us, as close as he could get.

I was just falling asleep when outside there was a small clatter.

I eased myself out of bed do see what was the matter,

Just in time to see Bourne run by in a flash.

I tied on my housecoat its sash,

And quietly followed the young man to Miz's room.

They didn't notice me, and I listened to plans that seemed to sing the 'sneak a present peek' tune.

I cleared my throat,

And the Miz dropped his housecoat.

Both started trying to make excuses, and quick.

I smirked and shook my head, "You two have to wait for old saint Nick."

I escorted young Evan back the way he came,

Ignoring Mike's comment of that being lame.

After that, it didn't take long

For me to fall asleep to Cody's iPod; playing a Christmas song.

I woke up the next morning,

At an hour so small,

I knew later lost sleep I'd be mourning.

Cody was practically jumping on the bed,

Singing a carol that by Evan was led.

"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!"

"On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!"

"Come on, Randy! It's Christmas! Pleaaase Ted!"

Cody had said.

I spied Jericho in the door,

Evan must have woken him, although about that he didn't look too sore.

I wanted to sleep,

But DiBiase chuckled and got out of bed with a leap.

Chris laughed when they called me an old man,

But one glare from me and he said not a peep.

Out in the hallway,

Morrison was with Miz, who still he just wouldn't stay.

It would seem that in his bed last night he had stayed,

Away from the presents, and away from the cookies that Cena had made.

The living room was full of wrestlers,

Some scowling and tired,

Others awake and excited.

I sat down on the couch, where I was led,

As our stockings were fetched by Cody and Ted.

Evan and Miz already had theirs,

And were set on destroying each one in pairs.

Morrison and Jericho sat and watched on,

Their own stuffed stockings neglected but not yet forgotten.

Cody sat down on the floor, right next to Miz,

And with a flourish dug right into his.

Ted perched next to me,

Opening his with a better hidden sort of glee.

In my own I unearthed a toothbrush, an orange, and some Cenation gear.

Santa has some sort of odd sense of humor, I fear.

It's right around now that Big Show starts handing out gifts,

And Ted gives him a hand, a present to Cody he lifts.

I don't get much this year,

Not that I'm going to break out a tear,

because I must admit,

Seeing my boys happy is better than any box, bag, or kit.

After the presents are all unwrapped,

Chris teases "maybe we should just send them back!"

Cody, Miz, and Evan don't like this thought,

But this would be fight is by Cena caught.

And everyone hears him exclaim, as he draws up to his full height,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

And no one can disagree,

Least of all me.


Have a very Merry Christmas, everyone!