Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
everybody was stoned, even the mouse
Man from the courthouse, and me from jail, I just settled down,
to get a piece of her tail
When all of a sudden, I heard such a clatter, I tripped on my dick,
and busted my bladder
I went downstairs, and what did i see, a fat little red fagget,
hanging from a tree
He stuffed the stockings, with reefers and beer, and a big fat hairy dick,
for the family queer
That's the end of my story, funny wasn't it, you see
Yeah yeah, you don't like Korn. Their version of Jingle Balls might appeal to your death metal tastes.