Twas the night before Christmas when all through the place,
A light cloud of smoke encircled my face.
The stocking were hung but they remained bare,
Because Santa Claus had not yet been there.
The children were asleep in their nice warm beds
While visions on stogies raced through my head.
The wife was wrapping presents, my heart gave a flutter
I was hoping some smokes were in all the clutter.
The UPS man pulled up, his brakes made a squeak,
I got so excited, I jumped to my feet.
I swung open the door all hot an bothered,
And to my surprise there stood Ashauler!
He came in the room and made not a peep,
But went straight to work while the children were asleep.
He wiped the sweat from his brow with a faded bandana,
While filling my stocking with a bundle of Habana.
He had some games for the kids made by Mattel,
And for me in the mix, was a box of Patels.
And then before he started to tire,
He gave me the best, a God Of Fire.
He left as he came, smelling like Maduros
And rode away with his pack of wild burros...

Since my husband Dustin has no writing capabilities, I thought I would share my Christmas poem for all of you. Of course, if I win, Dustin will get the gift, unless of course, chocolates can be substitited for cigars. Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!