'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the dark, Not a creature was stirring, except for the shark. 

The stocking were hung by the chimney with care, But unfortunately Christmas was canceled that year. 

Perhaps 'cause the temperature had gotten too toasty Or perhaps 'cause the Christmas ghosts had gotten too ghosty. 

But I heard, as a Netflix special started to play, Hey, check out my dreidel, it's made out of clay.