Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Papyrus was stirring, shaking Sans to rouse;
With a start, he woke, "thoughrly rattled" he'd later jeer,
While his brother stood over him, grinning from ear to ear.

"Wake up lazy bones!" He chimed in place of what was usually shrieked,
"Santa came! The presents all there! But I promised I haven't peeked!"
A smile came naturally as the gears turned in Sans' head,
"So I guess you could say," "SANS NO!" "You're quite GIFTED."

NOPE! This poem is over! Good night SANS! I hope you're proud of yourself! You've officially ruined Christmas for everyone!

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