Twas a couple weeks before Christmas and all through the hut, only @hammer_bot was stirring dressed up like a slut, all the cuckalopes were snuggled as gay as they dare, arguing over whom had the best flair, the sjw's were plotting on who should be dead, as common sense and unity was 404'd on their thread, I ground up some good keif in my Chicago bears cap and had just settled in to take a good snap, when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I thought instantly that it was black lives matter, away from the window I flew like a flash, closed up the curtains and quickly hid my stash, the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the luster of mid day on the faggutz below, when what to my cashed chink eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer, with a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment I should cover my dick, more rapid than eagles, his cuckalopes they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. now Vader now Global now Xanthia now Fuzzy, on Katie on kevdude on Locke on woozy, to the top of the porch to the top of the wall, dash away, dash away, dash away all, as dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly when they meet with an obstacle mount to the sky, so up to the house top the cuckalopes they flew with a sleigh full of shitpost and saint @mick too and then in a twinkling I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little puoff with a blunt in my hand I was turning around down the chiminy saint @mick came with a pound, like a horse all in fur from his head to his foot his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot a bundle of toys he had flung on his back he looked like a pedo opening his pack, His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry, His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow, The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath, he had a horse face and a tumblrina belly that shook when he laughed like he haes to much jelly, he was chubby and plump a right grumpy old elf, I lol'd when I saw him, and told him to fu3k himself, a wink in his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know not to smack him with lead, he spoke not a word and went straight to his work filled all the stockings except mine that fat ass jerk, and giving me the finger aside of his nose shaking it at me as up the chimney he rose sprang to his sleigh and gave his brigade a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle, But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. Fin-