duck&cover - 2013-12-17 'Twas the night before Christmas,
When the silence was broken,
By what noise I had no notion.
To the window I crept to take a peak,
The source of the commotion I did seek.
And what did my staring eyes see?
The Santas were brawling, in a wild melee.
Punching and kicking, in a blur,
Of red cloth and fake fur.