Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
No pundit was stirring, not one single louse;
The scapegoats were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Bill soon would be there;

The Folksâ„¢ were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Factor Gear danced in their heads;
And Drudge in her 'kerchief, Gannon in her...