T'WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS



Written by: Amy S. Weddle and Gretchen R. Weddle




T'WAS the night before Christmas, and all through South Park,

Every creature was stirring, even in Cartman's house,

Cartman's stocking was hung by the chimney with care,

In hope that cheezy poofs soon would be there,



The chef was nestled with Kathey Lee in his bed,

While visions of 5 other women, danced in his head,

The chef in his cooking hat, aroused and hot like an oven,

Had just settled down for some nice sweet lovin',



And out from the sky there rose such a clatter,

Cartman sprung from his bed to see what was the matter,

And out from the window he saw a huge ship,

And saw it was wendy, "Go home you big Bitch!",

She looked at him and gave him the finger,

Cartman pissed and whined as she just stood and lingered



A big breasted woman was playing in the snow,

She caught Mr. Garrison's eye as mr hat started to glow

And what to their wondering eyes should apear,

8 bigger breasted women shouting "C'mon over, here!!"



With little old kenny, so lively and quick,

He knew he and his friends must kill Saint Nick,

More rappid than eagles, they cursed with no shame

Stan, Cartman, Kyle, Kenny all called them bad names,



"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and vixen!,

"Shut the hell up you all better listen",

on top of the porch on top of the wall

they all got their pistols,

and plan to blow them all,



AS Cartman stood there aimming his gun,

Kenny grabbed his shot gun, and started to run,

So up to the tree-tops the courses he flew

And waited for kyle to give out the que,

than, in a twinkle, they heard him shout out,

"Lets, kill the damn bastard with out any doubt",



They looked at the raindeer fly into the sky,

They thought to themselves Saint Nick's gonna die,

And into the sky Stan's bullet it flew,

As Cartman and kenny shot up at them too,



And then in a voice They heard kyle say

We've killed the old Bastard, lets go home and play

And as they looked back at santa's old sleigh

Poor kenny was killed that same old day



As they walked away from the crash

Merry christmas they said as away they all Dashed





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