Twas the night before Kittsmas, when alongside the boats,
Not a Kittitian was stirring, not even the goats.
The lab coats were hung on the clothesline with care,
So the formalin smell could diffuse in the air.
The students were passed out with books on their beds,
While visions of caruncles danced in their heads.
Those histology slides, I had studied in vain,
Knowing slowly, but surely, they would drive me insane.
When out by the road, I heard a loud sound,
I sat up in bed and looked all around.
To the window I ran, and said "what was that?"
Then went to my closet for my baseball bat.
And what would I see, which I found quite bizarre,
But some local guy, fast asleep in my car.
I was baffled at first, but regaining my wits,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Kitts.
As he woke from his sleep, caring not of my classes,
He opened the glove box, and stole my sunglasses.
He stepped from the car, and out into the street,
Then turned, and dropped a bottle onto my seat.
What was in that bottle, perhaps some magic potion?
Well, no, it turned out to be used suntan lotion.
Then just like a cheetah, he ran down the street,
Now I have no sunglasses, and my car smells like feet.
But at least now I know that I'll get a safe tan
Next week with the sunscreen from that magical man.
And I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight,
Merry Kittsmas to all, and to all a good night.
