'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the cart not a creature was stirring, not even a/an sweet. The balls were tucked, all snug in their cats, while visions of nervous sugarplums danced in their heads. Then up on the dog there arose such a clatter; I sprang from my jesus christ to see what was the matter. It was St. Nicholas with his little bouncy belly that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of pools. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work; he filled all the malls and then turned with a jerk, and laying his bottle aside of his nose and giving a nod, up the bell he rose. And I heard him exclaim as he sucked out of sight: 'Kind Christmas to alll, and to all a good night!'
It's Mad Libs alright!