by Jonathan Dy   'Twas the night before christmas and all trew da kitchen, not a creature was stirring, not even a pigeon. The stockings were hung by the chimney up there, if Santa was to come or not, we really didn't care. The tree was beautiful, decorations and all, but of course it was, for it was purchased at the mall. Now you may not know this, but the mall is of class, a ceiling of marble, a floor made of glass. 'Tis not a surprise this mall would sell such a tree, hold on for a sec, hurry must I, to go have a pee! Oh yes, now back to the story, for if I continued not, how then shall I bore ye? Houses about are lit with seasonal lighting As kids all over with snowballs keep fighting. As much as I'd like to kill the little buggers, 'Tis the season to be happy fuckers! A cup of egg nog, a toast of champagne, while the little man yells "the plain, the plain!" The little doughnut man is of who I speak As he has no relation, I have just ramble off topique As you can see, the story is of no concern of mine, for my only worry is words that rhyme. Candy canes, pies, and sweets dance in my head, while in reality, I lie asleep, drooling in bed. Now wide awake, I look towards the stars, connecting the dotting, realizing just then that the milk left for Santa is rotting. A smile grows bigger, as it was my intent to poison the milk while I to you lament. Through the years I've learned to hate St. Nick, As my hopes this year are to give him one swift kick. As cookies and milk were put near the fireplace, lil' Jonny was set to give Santa a boot 'n the face. The time has come to end this blah, I can hear the cries now "hooray, hoorah!" I am not so much a poet as I am of the great waste of timers, I think I'm going crazy It's a disease called alzheimer's. Christmas is to be found just 'round the corner So if 'lil sister annoys ya, I wouldn't scorn her, for 'Tis the time of year to laugh with elation, Hopefully you'll have a good one, enjoy this celebration! Later on this night, we await as St. Nick cometh, as I snuggle for a long winter's nap in my thirty pound mammoth! Merry Christmas folks!