Well... I had hopes someone else would start it this year...

Twas the night before Christmass and all through the e house
Not an e cruther was moving, not even a louse
Ol' spaw was snoring all sung in his bed,
while visions of baked beens glubbed in his head...

Richard Bridge was awake and in a mirror he peered
To make sure it was hisownself, he pulled at his beard...