Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
The flatfoots were buzzing all around the house
The stockings were hung with love and care.
As I sat around in my underwear.
The cookies all crunchy with milk i did sit.
At the mantle I placed them for old Saint Nick.
The video recorded my every movement.
I told Christmas stories to the wind and they listened intent.
But you know, even Old Saint Nick knew he better not come in.
I ranted and rambled till the wee hours crept.
Always waiting and knowing it was a mistaken dragnet.
When much to my surprise a twinkle came to my eye.
I am winning the war and they can’t say why.
But I must go to bed for all good boys do.
For you never really knew what the next screw would do.
Happy Holidays to all and to all a Silent Night or not one at all.
For there is always a risk of a flatfoot looking to cause a great fall.
HoHOHOhohoHOO HoHo HoHHHHHHO oh goodnite.