A Very Monkees Christmas!


Four stockings were hung,
On the chimney that night,
Waiting for Santa Claus,
On his mid-winter flight.

The red and white stockings,
Were almost the same,
Except that each one,
Had a different name.

Micky, Mike, Peter and Davy,
Is what they did say.
In the morning they'd be filled,
With new instruments to play.

The boys themselves,
Were asleep in their beds
Thoughts of instruments,
Playing through their heads.

The boys hopped out of bed,
When morning finally came,
And ran and checked,
The stocking baring their name.

But when they saw the stockings,
Still totally flat,
Micky cried,
"I smell a dirty rat!"

Mr. Schneider pointed,
To the corner of the pad.
There was landlord Babbit,
And all the instruments he had.

"You'll get the presents,
When I get the rent!"
Babbit could tell the
Boys didn't have a cent!

"How can we make money,
With no instruments to play?
Besides the rent's only late,
By three months and a day!"

Babbit slamed the door,
As he went on his way.
What would the boys do,
With no instruments to play?

Mike knew what to do.
He started a chant.
"Jingle Bells, reindeer,
And Santa's red hat!"

They felt the Christmas spirit,
Spread through the room.
Babbit opened the door,
And yelled with a boom.

"Merry Christmas boys!
Forget about the rent!"
Then to fill the stockings,
By the chimney he went.

When all wa over and done,
And Babbit was back to his home,
Over to the stockings,
The boys did roam.

Micky, Mike and Davy's,
Stockings were full.
Peter's was empty,
And he gave it a pull.

They stared at his stocking,
That contained only a crease.
Peter smiled and said,
"I asked for Love and Peace."


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