Our Holiday Story
'Twas the night before Drop-In
And all through 98A
The girls were sick of working,
And decided to play!
First came the CRACK,
That turned into snow,
(all over the house that Michelle
broke)
The instructions said "Bring Christmas spirit"
Our answer was NO!
Patience is not our virtue,
But we waited as told,
Cause we hoped beyond hope,
That the whole house wouldn't fold.
Then we built a tree,
Of which we're awfully proud.
(then Sales put in Lampposts, of which
we're not)
Soon after, everyone started
Swearing SOOO loud!
Santa got drunk,
And broke through the fence
From the Snowman in the door,
He has no defence.
The black thing in the back,
Michelle calls a well.
We nodded and smiled,
And said it was swell.
The cute little log pile,
Is Karen Lee's
Along with the rock garden,
That holds up the trees.
(it used to be a lamppost, but we
said give it up)
Don't eat the smoke,
Chris says it's cotten.
(Smoke? Get a grip on reality
Girls!)
Watch out for the rest,
We think it's rotten.
(Mint stuck to Sales'
shirt...Mmmm...desert!)
Sara wants you to notice
The bears' snowball fight,
She wasn't quite sure,
You would be that bright!
Check out the window,
Made of stained glass.
(or jube jubes)
If you dare break it,
Our snowman bouncer will Whup Yer Ass!
There's still some of the fence,
On the front of the Sleigh,
That carried the presents,
For 98A
(They're ours, not yours! Hah Hah!)
In conclusion,
We have one thing to say,
Merry *#$%ing Christmas!
Ooops, Happy Holidays!
(Look, we're politically correct!)
Back to my housemate's page.
