T'was the Scribble Chicks night before Christmas,
When all through their homes,
They were scurrying quite wildly
Like little yard gnomes
Their stockings were hung
quite crookedly by the tree
In hopes that Aunt Clara
wouldn't still be OCD.
The toddlers were running
On a sugar high around the room
Sucking on peppermints
And chasing the dog with a broom.
Oh come on, you know you wanna finish it ;)