Twas the eve before Christmas and all through the pad not a creature was stirring , we were all mad!!! The wine was all gone, all the glasses were dirty, it was now 7:00 and the liquor store closed at 6:30.
When up on the roof there arose such a clatter we were all drunk so it really didn’t matter. Then came down the chimney this cat in a suit, carrying a bag full of possible loot. His suit was bad he was casket clean, this dude was sharp if you know what I mean.
He said not a word as he prepared the scene – he had bottles of Remy and some good ole Jim Beam. He poured some shots and set them ablaze and we began the familiar phrase.
Merry Christmas to all and too all a good night. Now pass me a drank, let’s get turnt tonight.
The Greatest Time is Now 