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.