Hush, The Monster Is Asleep

'Twas the night before Christmas, some long time ago,

In a quaint little house, covered thickly in snow.

A father and his daughters were ready for bed,

And upstairs they went, with a pat on the head,

But the father didn’t stay up with them long at all,

Because he’d seen something that made his tired heart stall,

For in the living room sat a large box that he knew

Wasn’t there just an hour ago or two.