'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
David Attenborough sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
He opened the window and looked out in the night,
And what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer,
And a jolly old elf, who was fast asleep in the sleigh.
He shouted and yelled, but the elf didn't wake,
For he had overslept and forgotten to take
The presents to all the good children that night.
David Attenborough knew what he had to do,
He quickly got dressed and flew out of view.
He flew to the North Pole and found Santa's workshop,
Where he quickly woke up the old jolly elf.
Santa was so embarrassed that he had