"A Visit From St. Colt"
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the threads
Not a creature was stirring, not even a guest 
The stockings were hung by FF with care
In hopes that St. Colt soon would be there
The users were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of cheese danced in their heads
When in the driveway there rose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
I looked out the window to see what was up
There I saw an old, idling pickup
With antlers on the grille
Then I saw him as I leaned on the windowsill
I was so in awe as he climbed up to the gutter
That I didn't even find a word to utter
So I run to the fireplace and what do I see?
A guy that slipped down the chimney!
He was covered in soot
And he wore spurs on the heels of his boots
I was shocked that a man came down the chimney
Then I asked him, "What'd you bring me?"
He tossed me a present and read his letter
He bit a cookie and said, "Could be better."
He left some presents underneath the tree
And tipped his hat and left in a hurry
Sipped some coffee and revved the truck engine
Next thing I know he's yellin',
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"