'Twas the night before a U2 Christmas, when all through the house
Not a U2 was stirring, not even Bono's mouth;
Their boots were sat by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
They were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of music notes danced in their heads;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But U2 fans riding reindeer
There were a lot fans, lively and quick,
U2 wondered, "What of St. Nick?"
More rapid than eagles the fans they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Bono! now, Edge! now, Adam! and Larry!
Come Out! Come Out! You all in a hurry!
And then, in a twinkling, the fans were on the roof
They danced and sang with the reindeer's little hoof.
As U2 got worried and was turning around,
Down the chimney fans came with a bound.
They were dressed for fun from head to foot,
And their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
Their eyes -- how they twinkled! Their cheeks how merry!
Their mouths were like roses, their noses like cherry!
They were singing and jolly just like Santa's elves,
And U2 laughed when they saw them, in spite of themselves;
A wink of an eye and a twist of a head,
Soon gave U2 to know they had nothing to dread;
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And took their souvenirs and then turned with a jerk,
And laying their gifts they stood in a pose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
They sprang to their deer, and then gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But u2 heard them exclaim, ere they drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO U2 AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
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