It was the night before Christmas
When the yellow men came.
They came from the doggy door,
all looking the same.
They were smaller than mice,
and fat like a plum.
They marched into the kitchen,
singing about rum.
I spied on them in a corner,
where no one could see me.
However they heard me,
when I bumped into the tree.
All the ornaments came crashing
and fell to the ground.
Then the yellow men started
Running around.
I tried to calm them,
and I don’t know why.
Because despite my efforts,
they started to cry.
So I ran to the ktichen,
and made some hot cocoa.
The yellow men drank it,
and stopped going loco.
Then without a word being said,
I journeyed to bed,
as they left through the doors,
marching in fours.
I will never forget their trip to my house.
On the night where no creatures were sturring.
Not even a mouse.