Twas the night after Christmas, and Santa was soused,
All the presents delivered, all the elves tuckered out
And what to Santa's wandering eyes should appear,
But a bottle of wine, and a tipsy reindeer
He sprang to his feet, and they shared some good cheer,
They thought of the plans, they would make for next year
And I heard him exclaim, before he passed out,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
