On Christmas Eve, where everyone was asleep at the lot
Sly and the gang, who just came to town were not
Sly loves to steal, each and every season
Please don't ask, no one quite knows the reason
Some say his mask was on too tight
Others say his friend Murray wasn't very bright
But others say that the most likely reason of all
Was that his commmon sense was two sizes too small
What ever the reason, his guts, his mask, or his shoes
He liked to be challenged, the sneaky raccoon
"Remember the heist we pulled in the last three games, they were big"
"But we can't top those, because Sony won't give us a gig"
"We got to think of a new heist" Sly said to his friends, Bently and Murray
"The year's almost over, so we need to think of one in a hurry"
Then Bently had an idea
A brilliant idea
A cunning idea
A sneaky idea
A brillian, cunning, sneaky idea
"I have a plan" said Bently "That would do the trick"
"I'll make a coat and hat so you'll look like Saint Nick"
So they got in their van, disguised as sleigh and reindeer
And before you know it, the're already here
Sly went down the first chimney, which had very little room
But if Santa can do it, so can this raccoon
He got stuck for a minute or two
Then he dashed out of the fireplace flue
When he got to the tree, he took all the stuff
He took the DVDs, CDs, the games, and the plush
The Murray came in and head for the kitchen
He took the ham, the yams, and even the chicken
When the went out, all they left to see
Was some punch that to cheap, even for Dimitri
And it was like that all night, Sly being stealthy and quit
Knocking nightgaurds unconsious so he won't start a riot
As the gang went back to their hideout, with the gifts they were bringing
They could have sworn they heard the townsfolk singing
They didn't stole Christmas, it already came
Somehow or another, it came just the same
Then Bently, with his wheelchair ice cold in the snow
Had kept puzzling and puzzling, "How could it be so"
"It came without preasents, it came without meat"
"It came without clothes, phones, or a receipt"
"That's because Christmas," said Sly "Means a little bit more"
"But who really cares, with what we have in store"
Then from out of no where, Carmelita had climbed
To punish the trio for their holiday crime
With the zap of her gun, they ran and drop their loot
"You stoen my preasents," said Carmelita "You filthy raccoon"