Literature
BEN Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, I woke with a fright
As something was stirring in the middle of the night
The pie-guns were hung by the stocking with care,
In case the old salesman had followed me there.
The computer was switched off and locked with some chains
I was armed to the neck with cakes and candy canes
With lights on in the hallway, attack dog on my lap,
I'd just settled my brain for a long winter's nap.
When down in the kitchen arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
To the pie-guns I darted, grabbed hold of a mask
And loading said pie-gun was no easy task
I checked out the tree, a gun fu