Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a crea­ture was stir­ring, not even a mouse. The stock­ings that were hung by the chim­ney with care, are now drip­ping with blood as St Nicholas had been there!

He has been load­ing his clips and check­ing them twice. Santa will find out who has been naughty or nice. Oh you bet­ter watch out, you bet­ter not cry — you bet­ter take cover, I’m tellin’ you why!

Santa Claus is com­ing to town…