Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimbley with care
In the hopes that the grinch would
oops no sorry – in hopes that Ike soon would be there
For Ike loves Christmas the whole Christmas season
Now please don’t ask why I’m sure I don’t know a reason
It could be the presents wrapped under the tree
It could be the decorations, now please don’t ask me
But Ike loves Christmas all the way down to his shiny green skin
And when there’s no Chimney who do you think lets St Nick in?
So when you’re in need of some real Christmas cheer
Look around very carefully because while St Nick can’t be everwhere
Ike and his buddies are out to make Christmas fun
So come on, get out, enjoy the day everyone
and don’t forget the suncream for the hot summer sun!
(Of course if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere you might be better off not forgetting a bright red coat.)
Merry Christmas everyone from Ike and myself. And for all of you having a not-so-good Christmas (like poor Perrin suffering from ostentatios myelitis – I’m not entirely sure what it is but it seems to have turned one of her legs into rubber) we’re thinking of you especially.