"A Christmas poem" joke

The stockings are hung on the chimney
And the presents are under the tree
And mama's in the kitchen making some herbal tea
The windows are covered with frost
The candles are all alight
But as I wander through this quiet house
Something just doesn't seem right
You see, every year the neighbors bring us
A Swiss Colony beef log
But the neighbors aren't around
There's no beef log to be found
this year Christmas isn't Christmas
Without a Swiss Colony beef log
Without those cheeses and meats
I don't know how I'll get along

-- from the South Park Christmas cd,
"Mr. Hankey's Christmas Classics"