Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Everyone was stirring, even the Daddy Scotch Doused.

The stocking were hung by the chimney, but who cares?
In hopes that St. Misc. Toys would soon be there.

The Chillins were sorta snug in their beds
while visions of kindle apps, and random crap flashed in their heads

Mamma in her burlap sack, and I in my cap
I just settled in for a nice nightime smoke and 2 craps

When out in the alley, arose such a clatter
I sprung from my mess to see WTF was the matter

When what should I see was ahh whatever. I went back to my smoke.

Merry Christmas!!!
Will