*~* It was the eve before Christmas And all through the house Not a sound could be heard Not even a mouse And all were asleep In their warm little beds With thoughts of presents and elves Running through their heads All but small little Billy Who was up and awake Waking up just minutes from midnight To prove old Saint Nick was a fake He was sick of the tales Of miracles and cheer So he would prove once and for all There was no jolly red man, nor reindeer It was all a story Each word a lie When he told this to his little sister He had made her cry But she needed to know That none of it was real Sugar plums and fairies, with presents and magic What was everyone's deal? So he snuck out of bed at a quarter to twelve Smiling to himself He would make everyone see There was no Santa, not even an elf He hid behind the corner Looking at the tree Waiting for something to sound Something he could see After waiting a short while The old clock did chime As he patiently waited I can't think of a good rhyme It was a minute past twelve And looking around The cookies lay uneaten Not a thing making a sound No presents under the tree No reindeer to be seen He had seen no Santa No man had been In the house that night He smiled a smirk Thinking he was right His plan had worked When all of the sudden Out of the blue Came a sparkling gust of wind And in he flew A man with a curly white beard And a cherry red nose Dressed in big black boots And bright red cloths Billy stared in amazement Could this be him? Old Saint Nick He had to tell Kim! But wait one second This couldn't be true The man was a lie He and his elf and reindeer crew It must be a robber He thought in fear Come to rob him of his goods To ruin the Christmas cheer The man ate the cookies And drank all the milk He picking up a package And stroked it as if it were silk He grabbed his large bag And the toys flew out Had that really happened? Billy thought in doubt The man let out a jolly laugh He turned to leave But Billy threw a present at his head With one great heave The man turned around Showing no fear In fact as strange as it was He smiled from ear to ear “What are you doing here?” Billy had asked The man gave no answer Just stood there and laughed He chucked another gift But the man caught it Billy stared in amazement But he still hadn't bought it This man was not real All the stories were fake But the man just standing there in front of him This just took the cake With another gust of wind Up the chimney he went Billy tried to stop him And like air in a vent Out the door he ran To catch the fraud To stop that man But when he was out there With the cold winter wind It just wasn't fair The man did not show He was no where in sight He didn't come off the roof With his many reindeer and take flight He turned back around And went back to his room Where he crawled back into bed With the impending sense of doom When out of no where he heard a sound And opened his window Looking around There was the man Flying through the sky Up above the ground So very high He chuckled his merry laugh And rode off into the night With the nose of Rudolf Giving off a small red light He went into his sister's room And tucked her into bed But before he left the room This is what he said “You were right all along There was a Saint Nick I saw him tonight And it made me sick He breaks into homes And pretends to be nice By giving you cruddy presents But actually has a knife. So Merry Christmas to all And to all a good night Next year fat boy You won't take flight.”