‘Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
creatures were stirring, roaches and rats.
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care,
for they knew that St. Nicholas would never come there.
The children lay freezing on the floor
while visions of okra danced through their heads
And they heard him say as he flew out of sight,
“Sour Christmas to all, and to all a bad night!”