‘Tis the night before Azmas, when a young man said, I’m ever so tired, I might go to bed.
But before he arrived to the chance of some sleep, He fell down a hole that was ever so deep.
Rumbling and tumbling, He fell with a bump, hitting the floor and hurting his rump.
“Ow!” he said as he looked to the sky, “I can’t recall all the digits of pi.”
Up he got looking for escape, when a man arrived all dressed in a cape.
“‘Scuse me son,” With a twinge in his voice, “If you’d help me out, that would be quite noice.”
“What do you want? I’m having troubles of my own! Didn’t you see me fall and get pwned?”
The boy pulled out a gun and blew him away, causing the man to fall with a sway.
“YOU’VE KILLED I, SATAN!” said the mangled up corpse, “NOW WHO’LL RUIN AZMAS ON MY DARKSLAYER HORSE?”
“Anyone with the nerve to visit,” said the boy closing near. “In fact that would just about ruin my year.”
He kicked the body and climbed out the hole, “Awesome Azmas to readers, an awesome Azmas to all!”