was the twizzle before christmizzle and all through the hizzle not creature was stirring not even mizzle
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that snoop clause soon would be there
the pot heads were snuggled all warm in there beds
while visions of smoking sang in their heads
all for snoop clause to bring them some bread
up in the night their soon was a clatter as someone was rapping while filling jars of laughter
