Well here I sit on Christmas Eve all alone,
nothing stirring through this so-called home….
My sister wished me a Merry X-mas weeks ago,
and my old man is with his stanky old hoe…..
I light up my bowl and take a long awaited draw,
hoping that Old Saint Nick pays me a call….
The silence was broken with the dogs barking,
then I heard upon the roof Santa parking…..
Down the fireplace he came in such a hurry,
that for a moment everything was really blurry….
I just sat in my chair and rolled up a blunt,
we toked and talked about my man and his cunt….
He told me his story as we finished our smoke,
and I said that I’m here if he needed to toke….
He gave me his thanks as he went up the fireplace,
his eyes where glazed and a smile on his face….
He reached his sled and cussed as he took a fall,
I laughed when to his boys this he did call….
Dash away my boys and help me make the night,
because right now Santa is one hell of a sight….
And as they zig-zagged off my roof into the sky,
I heard Santa say thanks for such a great high
