'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
A 90s superstar was stirring, and her five-octave voice sounded nothing like a mouse
The stockings were hung in her mansion with care
In hopes that a holiday number 1 hit would soon be there
The songwriters and producers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of future holiday classics danced in their heads
And Tommy Mottola in his Santa hat and Mariah Carey in her winter cap
Had settled on a home video style clip boring enough to make anyone nap
When out in the back there arose such a clatter
Because there were reindeer and snowmobiles and all sorts of holiday matter
Away to the window everyone went, surprised to see not a flash
Because twenty years later, it seems Mariah Carey would be perfectly fine just wearing a sash
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