Twas the night before christmas
And all through the house
Not an englishman was stirring
Not even a mouse
With the boxing day test
Two days away
Everyone was sure
Where the ashes would stay
Drinks were all banned
From beer to rum
Remember warned Stokes
What happened to Symonds
So no stirring,no shaking
No blending, no mixing
No shooting, no chasing
No shot glasses for fixing
merry christmas to all and to all
a good night 