But then on the lawn there arose such a clatter!
(Thank God, 'cause our story was starting to shatter.)
Away to the window, Fish flew like the wind,
And ripped open the curtains from Pottery Bin.

The moon, it looked just like it normally does,
And nothing looked lustrous or lovely because
A Pathfinder driven by some old fat-ass
Was shining its headlights right into the glass.

But wait! Look! Some short guys! Some reindeer! St. Nick?
Could this be dear Santa or just some drunk hicks?
The Pathfinder spun out in freshly made mud
It did a 360, then crashed with a thud!