‘Twas the night before Christmas and all ’round the Couch,
The ninjas were restless from their long stealthy crouch

They sat simply silent with their stars, swords and sighs
Enveloped in blackness except for their eyes

When in from the kitchen with pastrami on rye
Strode my good friend Wilh, a most vigilant guy

He was just sitting down for a holiday snack
When a sound in the night led him to fear attack

He dashed to the window and threw up the blinds
His hair all aquiver like drunk porcupines

He snatched up a weapon and soon sighted in
Just as the strange sound was starting again

Then with a crackle of eye-bruising light
A bolt from his ray-gun tore open the night

And raising his voice at the trespassing soul
He called out the window through the new melted hole

Run Ninja! Run blackmask!
Run sly sneakaround!
Hide coward, hide pansy
And no more come round
Return to this house
Return and know I’ll
Decimate, decrapitate
And deflate you all

Then out from the darkness, all singey and burned
Crawled a repentant ‘possem, his lesson well learned

So puzzled and tired and scratching his head
The gun wielding Smodder slunk off to bed

The still hidden ninjas all sighed at the sight
And continued their watch ore the now silent night