On Christmas eve the lights were dim, the children in bed and tucked in, for they were waiting without a pause, for presents from old Santa Claus, But another visitor was lurking, far from the fantasies that bring on the jerking, an evil creature with fur instead of hair, yes - you're correct - it was Satanbear, His eyes were bright red, and so was his suit, he had a brown sack where he kept his loot, atop his head sat a tattered stocking cap, his apparence is the sort that disallows you to fap, He climbed up the roof and he took a brief rest, with thoughts of gifts, He put the presents into his sack,