Twas The Night

I tell my friends, you know, you're the nicest enemy I know. Uh-oh. You sure? When you talk like that, I know you want something. What is it, Charlie? Well, it just so happens you're right this time.

I do need help. You see, Bergen said that I, if I would recite the night before Christmas this evening, he'd give me a special Christmas present. Well, it's fine. Have you memorized it? Well, part of it, that's all.

Which part? Uh, just the title. Mm-hmm. And what do you want me to do? Well, make Gergens forget about their poem, but not about their presence. Mm-hmm. Well, no, let me sit- wait a minute, wait a minute.

I've got it. Why don't you say that after you learn to blow on the head, made you forget it? Yeah, the- that's good, that's good, that's good. Yeah, and I'll be glad to cooperate with a baseball bat.

That's that, that's that, that's that. And I'll look, why should I help you? Why didn't you learn the poem in the first place? Well, I was just too busy, Don. Busy doing what? Well, I was one thing another.

I was playing hooky for a sick friend. Oh, there you are, Charlie. Oh, how are you? Don, you're just in time to hear Charlie recite that lovely Christmas poem, The Night Before Christmas, by Clement Clark Moore.

I bet he wouldn't have written it if he had a memory to do. All right, Charlie, go ahead and recite it. Well, I can recite it much better, though, in the e-cell memory, if, uh, with a book in front of me.

Uh-huh, yeah. I'll give the introduction. No, no, John. Band, fans, and noble? No, John. Ladies and gentlemen, you are now about to hear that famous classic, The Night Before Christmas, perpetrated by Charlie McArthur. No.