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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through toke and talk
Not a Roll it up user was stirring, not even Clints mouse;
The Baggies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Doube JJ soon would be there;
The RIU members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of canna peanut butter danced in their heads;
And Annie in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had a few bowls.. and needed a long winter's nap,
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
All the Mods sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew and smoked our stash,
Tore open the carb and watched it turn to ash
The moon on the breast(hehe I said breast) of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to our bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a miniature bong, and eight pot smokers,
With a little old driver, semi lively and not too quickly
I knew in a moment it must be Double JJ
More rapid than Dirtsurf attacking his keif they came,
JJ whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Hempy! now, Sunni! now, GWN and Mojo!
On, Granny! on Kenetic! on, cannabineer and Minnesmoker!
To the top of the thread! to the top of them all!
Now dab away! dab away! dab away all!"
As pot leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
We all smoke and like to get high,
So up to the thread top the mouse cursors they flew,
With the sleigh full of Weed, and JJ too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The coughing and sputtering of each little puff.
As I drew in my hit, and was turning around,
Down the chimney JJ came with a bound.
He was dressed in Camo, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with pot ashes and resin;
A huge bundle of pot he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pot smoker just enjoying a sack.
His eyes were blooshot but oh how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was puffing on a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round gut,
That shook, when he laughed and even his butt
He was a stoned pretty good a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, since I was[/h] [h=3] high myself;
A wink of his bloodshot eyes and a twist of a doobie
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the baggies; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his bong, and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."[/h]
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through toke and talk
Not a Roll it up user was stirring, not even Clints mouse;
The Baggies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Doube JJ soon would be there;
The RIU members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of canna peanut butter danced in their heads;
And Annie in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had a few bowls.. and needed a long winter's nap,
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
All the Mods sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew and smoked our stash,
Tore open the carb and watched it turn to ash
The moon on the breast(hehe I said breast) of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to our bloodshot eyes should appear,
But a miniature bong, and eight pot smokers,
With a little old driver, semi lively and not too quickly
I knew in a moment it must be Double JJ
More rapid than Dirtsurf attacking his keif they came,
JJ whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Hempy! now, Sunni! now, GWN and Mojo!
On, Granny! on Kenetic! on, cannabineer and Minnesmoker!
To the top of the thread! to the top of them all!
Now dab away! dab away! dab away all!"
As pot leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
We all smoke and like to get high,
So up to the thread top the mouse cursors they flew,
With the sleigh full of Weed, and JJ too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The coughing and sputtering of each little puff.
As I drew in my hit, and was turning around,
Down the chimney JJ came with a bound.
He was dressed in Camo, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with pot ashes and resin;
A huge bundle of pot he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pot smoker just enjoying a sack.
His eyes were blooshot but oh how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was puffing on a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round gut,
That shook, when he laughed and even his butt
He was a stoned pretty good a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, since I was[/h] [h=3] high myself;
A wink of his bloodshot eyes and a twist of a doobie
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the baggies; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his bong, and to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."[/h]
