'Twas the night before Christmas and Little Timmy was nestled snug in his bed, While visions of sugar plums and candy canes danced in his Little Timmy head. Golden bells! What a world of happiness their melody foretells! The cookies and milk that Little Timmy set out with care, Were snacked on by Santa with only crumbs left to spare! And under that beautiful ornamented tree, Santa left presents where Little Timmy dreamed they would be! Then the bells ring more loud and deep, Santa is real and he is a...creep!