‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the station
Not a creature was stirring, only music was playing
The headphones were hung up, the hosts on vacation
Some even travelling to a warm destination
And all of the listeners, snuggled in bed
Still healing from your Christmas party regrets
And I on the morning show, and you in your cars
Plan out resolutions that won’t make it far
When suddenly there’s a big crash through the door
A voice says “Why ain’t there no chimneys no more?”
You say “…is that Santa?”, amidst all the frenzy
Nope, its just Megan, Forman, Dylan, Ian and Russell Mackenzie
Suddenly you jolt awake and open your eyes
…You fell asleep listening to hot country 103.5
