Grandma got run over by a reindeer.   Walking home from our house Christmas eve.   You can say there's no such thing as Santa,   but as for me and grandpa we believe.   She'd been drinking too much eggnog,   and we begged her not to go.   But she forgot her medication, and she   staggered out the door into the snow.   When we found her Christmas morning,   at the scene of the attack,   she had hoof-prints on her forehead,   and incriminating Claus marks on her back.     Now we're all so proud of grandpa,   He's been taking this so well.   See him in there watching football,   drinking root beer and   playing cards with Cousin Mel.   It's not Christmas without Grandma,   All the family's dressed in black   and we just can't help but wonder:   Should we open up her gifts,   or send them back?   Send them back!!     Now the goose is on the table   and the pudding made of fig   and the blue and silver candles   that would just have matched   the hair on grandma's wig.   I've warned all my   friends and neighbors   better watch out for yourselves,   they should never give a license   to a man who drives a sleigh   and plays with elves