It was the night before Christmas
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house I was toking and so was the mouse The scale was placed by the chimney with care In hope that Santa would have some dope to spare I was nestled all snug in my bed While visions of shrooms danced in my head When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed and smelled what was the matter Away to the kitchen I flew in a flash Tore open the pot and threw up the cash Down in the kitchen the drugs we did do With alot of pot and a little hash too He looked at me and went straight to his work Then measured the drugs and turned with a jurk Out the door he ran to the dealers gave a whistle And away they all ran like cops with a thistle But I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight "Do all the drugs do them all night"
By Michelle Barber
Rick Barber
Associate Director
DMR Group Inc.
