‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The cops were out beating inmates with care,
In hopes that No Bills soon would be there.
The snitches were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 5Ks danced in their heads.
The DA in her ‘kerchief, and judges on board,
Harris County settled for bonds indigents can’t afford.
When in the courtroom there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to defend the matter.
Away to the bench I flew like a flash,
Tore open my law books and filed motions in a dash.
The law on my side and justice not found
I plead for release as my client was jail bound.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his words were finally heard,
And he whistled, and shouted, and freed the jailbird.
He brought in a Writ, and went straight to his work,
And brought justice for all, then turned with a jerk.
And knowing this was a rare show of compassion
This little ole miracle was all he could fashion.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team 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,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!”
(thanks to Robert Fickman for the inspiration)