Twas the night before Christmas, when all over the world
Not a country was stirring, (not even Sealand who was really excited about Christmas.)
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes our friend Finland would soon be there.
The nations were nestled all snug in their houses,
While visions of alcohol and PASTAAA~ danced in their heads.
And Hungary in kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just gotten comfy after...well...
When outside of my house arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to check out the really annoying sound.
Away to the window I went really fast,
Pulled back the curtain and slammed open the window...