On the eighth pain of Christmas,
Chuck Norris sent to me
Eight tears a-sulking,
Seven teeth a-spitting,
Six punch a-hitting,
Five painful swings,
Four dying herds,
Three dead men,
Two knuckle shoves,
And destruction with only one knee.
If you wake up tomorrow morning
and find no gifts from Santa,
assume that he fails to exist.
In fact that shall truly prove Santa's
because I have wished for your wishlist as my gift.