'Twas the night before Poseymas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The hot wings were sat by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. TPose soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of teen wolves danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my snapback,
Had just settled our butts for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature skateboard and eight puppies, I fear.
With a totally rad driver, the best of all bros,
I knew in a moment he must be TPose.
More rapid than eagles his puppies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Barker! now, Hoppus! now DeLonge and Alex!
On, Rian! on, Zack! on, Jack and...Fuck I forgot the last one LOL!
To the top of the porch! go balls to the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the puppies they flew
With the skateboard full of toys, and St. TPose too—
And then I heard on the roof (dude naw)
The prancing and tapping of each little paw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. TPose came with a bound.
He was dressed all in grunge, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a punk all covered in tats.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His plush little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was hot af tho;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little crooked jaw
That I wanted him to use to eat my ass raw.
He was tanned and all smiles, a right jolly high elf,
And I thirsted when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a shake of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And flipping me off and then picking his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his skateboard, to his pups gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Poseymas to all, and to all a good night!”