’Twas a couple weeks before Christmas, when all through the pad We were hanging in the kitchen, for dinner was to be had; The roast was sliced and the wine I did pour, The dogs looking up as if to implore; Please drop some scraps right here on the floor; When out in the street there arose such a clatter, I grabbed my camera and went out to see what was the matter. In the window I saw a red flash,then blue Why the cops were here, I hadn’t a clue.