Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the 'E
Not a catchphrase was spoken, not even "excuse me"
The Titles were hung on a pole by the ring
In spite of the headache, Russo's ideas did bring.
Each wrestler was snug, resting by their locker
Dreaming of titles, and hoping to prosper.
With Punk in his T-Shirt, and Cena his cap
They settled their feud, and laid down for a nap.
Suddenly in the sky box, they all heard a clatter
Cena no-sold his nap and went to check on the matter.
Straight up the aisle with all of his speed
He thought it might be a small kid in need
All he found at the top was a broken door
"It must have been Ryback, eating The Corre"
As he went by the ring a glint caught his eye
He saw a large mass descend from the sky!
At first he thought Santa, but it did not stop.
It was merely Kane with a clothesline from the top.
Cena did duck and Kane rolled out of sight,
But down came the Shield, a wrong they could right.
Cena was swarmed, too many to stop.
The force of their blows caused him to drop.
Before their nefarious deed could be done,
from under the ring hornswaggle had come!
he waved to the back calling for more
and down rushed some faces to even the score!
On R-Truth! On Kofi! On ADR! On Miz,
(we really don't like you but you're a hit with the bigs)
All of these faces, fighting for good
The Heels now arrived, as proper hoods should.
First Cody, then Ziggler, Big Show and Cesaro
Hitting the faces, putting them asleep till the morrow.
Finishers spent, everyone passed the test,
Santa sneaks in, and you know the rest.
Merry Christmas CSS, I love you guys.