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This is intended to be a comedy! (:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the world

Not a country was stirring, not even Greece;

The gold was left, by the offices with care,

In hopes that Plato soon would be there;

The countries were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of world domination danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long bloody winter,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-blood shed

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight BIG countries,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be Plato,

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Poland! now,Serbia! now, Romania and Spain!

On, Hungary! on England! on, Pakistan and Taiwan!

To France! To Germany! To Sweden!

Now shoot away! fire away! bomb away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

Romania was stomping on Bulgaria’s new shoes!

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney Plato came with a bound.

He was dressed in a toga from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his gang gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."