'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house; Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads 

Little did they know that Santa was not indeed out and about; Because quite on accident, the Pack just knocked him out; But they need not despair, because still up there, six idiots are flying a sleigh, repaying the deed you may say.

'Twas the night before Christmas when presents were delivered by six, with an unconscious Santa completely out of the mix; and with a single reindeer to guide the way, can they empty Santa's sack before Christmas Day?

(Coming soon!)