Twas the night before Christmas, under the roof of Mr. House
Not a creature was stirring, not even a molemouse.
The armor was hung by the bedside with care,
In case that trouble, soon would be there.


Cass was nestled all snug in the her bed.
While visions of whiskey danced in her head.
And Veronica in her hood, and Boone with his beret cap,
Had just settled their heads for a long winter's nap.


When down on the casino floor arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what the hell was the matter.
Away to the elevator I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and descended the shaft.


The lights above that old casinos floor
Gave the lustre of dusk from here to the door
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Yes Man! with Victor singing oh dear.


Seeing those robots, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment I was going to be sick
So I pulled my pulse gun from its usually spot
And shut down those bots so they would stop.


I returned to my room and laid back in my bed
And oh how I wished those two could stay dead.
Cass rolled over and asked whats the matter
Nothing my dear I took care of the clatter


Together we downed a whiskey with glee.
and went back to sleep just her and me.
In the morning we'd go downstairs together.
and shoot them again just for good measure.