'Twas The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas

Dreams dance in our heads 

Thoughts of won ton soup and egg rolls

Not Santa or his sled

There are no presents waiting 

No stockings hung with care

St. Nick doesn't wander here

We wait for Chinese fare

Come noodles, come white rice

Come Peking duck well priced

Come chop sticks, come soy sauce

And a kind of beef cooked twice

We gather round our table

Tell tales of Christmas past

As we recall with bellies full

Our annual repast

And while Santa has not come

No sugar plums in our head

A fortune cookie ends our feast

And then we're off to bed

So let us wave to Santa 

As he vanishes from sight 

And ask if he needs Chinese food

To get him through the night