Falalala--la-la-la-laffle!

'Tis the night before Xmas
And Moby's on call.
He bought all his presents
and forgot to mail them all.

He's trying to find clothes
That show little wear
Cuz a movie date with Spike
Puts his hopes in the air.

But first: to his Auntie's!
That crazy old biddy
Whole be drunk and disorderly
And prob'ly quite giddy.

An evening of socializing
In the Yuletide season
And what's more surprising
Is the untold reason.

His holiday spirit,
a poor sickly creature,
has at this Yuletide
become quite a feature.

Good will towards man?
A smile on his face?
To all that do know him
That seems out of place.

But it's been a good year:
Job, home and (maybe) girl.
Cash in the clear!
His head's quite a whirl.

Not bad, all considered,
The twelve months past.
And who knows? Next year
May be just a blast!

So he wishes all well
This cold Christmas time
And if my date goes well,
well,
The season's best is mine.