dedbr

Twas the day after Christmas,
And Lord what a mess,
I don't want to get up,
I must confess,

But I rolled over in bed,
And kicked off the cover,
Not moving too fast,
So as not to wake mother,

The stockings and paper,
Were all over the place,
So I kicked thru the mess,
To the kitchen, in a race,

I got the pot bubbling,
Oh what a sweet smell,
Some rich,dark coffee,
That would be swell,

I clopped to the toilet,
And thru back my stash,
Felt the flow of relief,
Come in a flash,

Finishing up,
I turned towards the mirror,
Blinking my eyes,
Trying to see a little clearer,

Oh man,said I to myself,
You sure look rough,
Shouldn't of smoked and,
Swallowed down all of that stuff,

I went for my coffee,
Quick as a flash,
A hot cup of mud for me,
Then a look at my stash,

Sipping my coffee,
Then hitting my chair,
I reached for the dope box,
But it wasn't there!

Instead a paper,
With writing I snare,
"We've got your stash,
With the little red hairs!"

What's this I say,
Robbed of my best,
I almost crumpled the paper,
Without reading the rest.

"We came last night,
To clean up the mess,
To help you out,
With your holiday stress,

Signed it was,
With a cramped little hand,
"The Elves who do clean up,
From Santa land,"

Hold on a minute,
I'm not buying this sh*t,
Elves from Santa,
Doing a house cleaning bit?

No no I say,
I'm not falling for it,
Something else is going on here,
And I still need a hit,

A small roach did lay,
In the ashtray with care,
As least I can hit,
Some left-over red hair,

So I sucked it down,
That small,little taste,
To help me wake up,
Mighty post haste,

Christmas does come,
Only once a year,
Santa and his sleigh,
And eight tiny deer,

I didn't know,
The elves come too,
To clean up the mess,
But they got my stash,you,

Take this? Oh No,
Not I,Would you?
But I couldn't figure out,
What I should do,

I heard a voice,
Coming thru right clear,
Come on old dedbr,
And be a dear,

This wasn't real,
Oh no,just a dream,
I rolled over in bed,
Before she let go a scream,

Only a dream,
Not real at all,
Everythings ok,
I'm on the ball,

So I roll up a number,
And kick back in my seat,
I must of had some bad turkey,
When yesterday I eat,

It's all good now,
The buzz is coming on,
Hope you all are well,
Merry Christmas,anon!

__________________
Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly,
To be fearful of the night." Sarah Williams

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