Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a garment was stirring, not even a blouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Jeremy soon would be there.

The women were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 9.5 inchers danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and [...]