Twas the Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas, in a snow-covered dale, Eustace Bones was chasing his tail. With friends in a flurry, quite lost, you see, Near Santa's workshop, by a candy-striped tree. Stockings forgotten, in this chilly delight, They'd followed a snowflake through the cold winter night. Eustace, in mittens, and an old Santa's cap, They left for adventure, perhaps led by maps. In the glow of the auroras, so lively and bright, They hopped and they skipped, under starlight. With the North Pole their goal, in a wintery mix, Eustace and pals were up to their tricks!