"Twas the Twitch Before Christmas
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, except Samantha and maybe a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Tabatha and Adam were all nestled and snug in their beds,
while visions of black cats danced in his heads.
And Samantha all decked in Christmas green with a black pointed hat, hey she's a witch after all what can I say.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from her wrapping gifts to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to 1164 Morning Glory Circle below,
when, what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature broom and eight tiny reindeer.
With a joking driver, so lively and quick, She knew in a moment it must be Uncle Arthur.
More rapid than bats, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Esmerelda! Now Hagatha!
Now, Enchantra and Clara!
On, Endora! On, Minerva!
On, Sabrina and Zelda!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
Here we go again Samantha exclaimed as she twitched up glass of gin,
knowing that Darrin would soon be in a snit again....
"Twas the Twitch Before Christmas
when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, except Samantha and maybe a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Tabatha and Adam were all nestled and snug in their beds,
while visions of black cats danced in his heads.
And Samantha all decked in Christmas green with a black pointed hat, hey she's a witch after all what can I say.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from her wrapping gifts to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of midday to 1164 Morning Glory Circle below,
when, what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature broom and eight tiny reindeer.
With a joking driver, so lively and quick, She knew in a moment it must be Uncle Arthur.
More rapid than bats, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Esmerelda! Now Hagatha!
Now, Enchantra and Clara!
On, Endora! On, Minerva!
On, Sabrina and Zelda!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
Here we go again Samantha exclaimed as she twitched up glass of gin,
knowing that Darrin would soon be in a snit again....