Twas the night before Christmas, all over the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
In all grounds built by metal and lead, we are all replaced by AI, easily misled.
The night grows darker as the Christmas lights blam out 67 in the distance, we all heard something marching across 69 miles in the sky that clearly wasnt voidance.
The pics are all over the news; riding the evil dirty disgusting train to creepsvile, not all people in them photos are on the bad list in the South Pole, chill.
Then out on the roof, there arose lord such a clutter, I sprung off my walking dead sheet to see whats the matter.
Socials off, torch on, anything goes.
Just then, less than, more oppose.
Down the stairs, bumping forward, bang my bleeding head right there, it is completely dark enough that ghosts can wiggle that Derrière.
And what have my wondering eyes have appeared? A pure big joy man and his loving reindeer.
He pasted off some bandages, best call the doctor or the midwife? Well I for one not really want a midwife and the doctor ain’t there, oh goodness life is not fair!
Then Santa said, pick yourself up, dust yourself off & go on back to bed,
Whoopy, daddy Santa told me dear sweet me to go on back to notice red.
I checked my phone again, Rockstar tweeted again there is a delay, not again they said, looks like we ain’t got nothing to play.
Santa seen as Santa sees everything, Liam Lister cruises through another round and had won again barely.
I told Santa please tell BBC get that horrible garbage bombastic unentertaining crap show Mrs Browns Boy off the air, he said well I can try this year OR THE NEXT, have a cookie before bed, tasty treats called claire.
Last thing I said to him, it was nice to finally meet you St Nick, no-one else heard the commotion of ChatGT stockings rusting very quick.
It affects Sidney to Jenna to Sabrina Carpenter to Dawn, with Josh to Bradley to Jesse Plemons and more.
We lost so many this year but gain a few shows, Wednesdays season 2, Fallout seasons 2, Landman season 2, just to name a few.
Years without Ozzy is like a thorn crown on our heads, Hulk Hogan will be passed down in history taking his best friends misses’ to bed.
So that’s where I lay me head down, snuggle up very very tight, hearing outside loudly merry Christmas to you all and a very good night.