Twas' the night before Christmas when all through the house,
the creatures were writhing to the vibes of deep house.
The subwoofers were packed with bass hits so fat,
all creatures danced together; dog, mouse, and cat.
On deck stood Worthy, with his magical sound beds,
while visions of sugar-plums danced through his head.
A kandi kid dosed in glitter, and he in his cap,
Worthy had the grandest idea and he went on with that.
When out of the speakers there arose such a wobble.
Worthy had gone mad, turned the decibels full throttle.
The vibbiest version of a carol so dear,
He remixed the Sugar Plum dance with style and cheer.
The bass filled the room and the kids gawked in awe,
Amazed at the music and sights that they saw.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a gold sequined sled and eight neon reindeer.
With a gnarly young driver, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More subtle than dub step, the bass and drops came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Axwell! Now, Alesso! Now, Diplo and Skrillex!
On, Arty! On, Hardwell! On Above and Beyond!
To the center of the dance floor and to every wall.
Now dance away! Dance away! Dance away all!"
They Sprung to the dance floor, and Santa did shuffle
But as quickly as they came, they left in a scuttle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas From Worthy, and to all a groovy night!"
For the Grinches and Scrooges void of Holiday cheer,
here is a recent Worthy release that surely will steer
your buttocks and hips to shimmy and shake
So preheat your ovens for this massive assquake.