'Twas the 🌜night🌜 before 🎄❄Christmas🎄❄, when 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 sugar-plums🍬🍭🍑 danced in their heads💤;
And 👵mamma👵 in her 'kerchief, and 👴I👴 in my cap,
Had just settled our brains😴😴 for a long winter's 💤nap💤,
When out on the lawn🏡 there arose such a clatter😡👂,
I👴 sprang from my bed to see what😡😡😡 was the matter.
Away to the window I flew🏃🏃 like a flash🏃🏃,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The 🌜🌛moon🌜🌛 on the breast👍😏😉 of the new-fallen ⛄❄snow⛄❄,
Gave a lustre of midday⏰👀🌞 to objects below⬇,
When what😮 to my wondering eyes👀 did appear‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️,
But a miniature sleigh🚗 and eight tiny rein-deer🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕,
With a 👴little👴 old👴 driver so lively🎅 and quick,
He slid down the chimney and screamed📢 "I'M PICKLE RICK"🍆🍆🍆
