Oh the joys of rewriting Christmas..

Twas the xbox before Christmas, when all through the house, not a Boston Terrier was stirring, not even a mouse.

The Boston Terriers were farting, all snug in their beds, while visions of sweet potatoes danced in their heads.

Then out on the roller coaster, there arose such a clatter, I played from the recliner to see what was the matter.

When, what to my wondering legs should appear.

But a miniature PlayStation and 10 beautiful reindeer!

With a breath-taking old DeSean Jackson, so boom and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around, down the chimney Adam Gontier went with a bound.

He spoke not a screech, but went straight to his work and filled all the giraffes then punched with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside his nose, and giving a nod, up the roof he rose, and I heard him beat ere, he destroyed out of sight.

Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.