| rdfs:comment | - Bart narrates the a parody of the poem 'Twas The Night Before Christmas. The words are: Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the home, Not a creature was stirring, cept for me and this poem. My sisters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of candy bars danced in their heads. Then I sprang like a spring, and snuck like a sneak, Down the stairs to the gifts, for just a quick peek. When lo and behold, what did I see? Lisa and Maggie had just beaten me. I poked at my package, and said, "This is rad, man!" Then noticed Homer's shadow, he looked like a madman. "Oh Maggie, oh Lisa, oh little Bartholomew. Go upstairs, go right now, before I kill all of you!" And so into bed we fled in a flash, Awaiting 'til morning to open our stash. At
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| abstract | - Bart narrates the a parody of the poem 'Twas The Night Before Christmas. The words are: Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the home, Not a creature was stirring, cept for me and this poem. My sisters were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of candy bars danced in their heads. Then I sprang like a spring, and snuck like a sneak, Down the stairs to the gifts, for just a quick peek. When lo and behold, what did I see? Lisa and Maggie had just beaten me. I poked at my package, and said, "This is rad, man!" Then noticed Homer's shadow, he looked like a madman. "Oh Maggie, oh Lisa, oh little Bartholomew. Go upstairs, go right now, before I kill all of you!" And so into bed we fled in a flash, Awaiting 'til morning to open our stash. At last, daybreak came, and we scampered so cheerily, While Mom and Dad yawned and gazed at us, wearily. For Maggie, a pacifier. For Lisa, some dolls. For me, a big burp-gun which shoots ping-pong balls. Then on came the TV, and we started to doze Through all the exiting Christmas-themed shows. So, to those of you groovin' on my holiday rap, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good nap.
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