Her name was molly

Twas the night before X-mas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a deadmau5; Up the stairs sat on a comfy couch, wait two friends hoping that Miss Molly would soon appear; The Claudes were nestled all snug in their seats, while senses expanded from their head to their feet; He in stripes, and I painted blue. Thoughts become clear, there is nothing to fear. All that we see, all that we hear, nothing but love fills the atmosphere.