T'was the night before Christmas and all through the grid,
no noses were frozen because prim snow fluttered in,
no noobs in flannels were tucked into bed,
they all wore freebie pajamas instead.
To find wreaths of holly, t'was very hard,
unrezzed holly trees grew in every parcel yard.
In front of the houses, avies were working
adorning the bushes while stalkers were lurking.
The sleeping escorts were dreaming in glee,
hoping to find Johns under the tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way,
on a segway, instead of a sleigh.
And soon he arrived and started to work,
he hadn't a second to linger or shirk.
He whizzed up the highways and zoomed up the road,
all in an effort to delivering some loads.
The Second Life moon gave the city a glow,
and lighted the way for old Santa to find his Hos'.
As he jumped from the segway he gave a wee chuckle,
he was dressed in spandex with a tacky belt buckle,
There weren't any chimneys, but that caused no gloom,
for Santa came in through the bedroom.
He stopped at each house....stayed only two minutes,
emptying his sack of stuff that was in it.
Before he departed, he treated himself
to a packed bong left upon the shelf.
high, hot and bothered, he turned as he jerked and bounced out the door,
remembering he still had to visit some other hos.
He shifted the gears and stepped on the gas
and up the road he went like a flash.
I heard him exclaim as he went on his way,
"MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, I WISH I COULD STAY!"
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