The night before

backthepack

Twas the night before LOI, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a pumpy;
The lube were by the computers placed with care,
In hopes that Teen Boys' letters would be there;
Dennis and Coker were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of teen boys danced in their heads;
When out on the trail there arose such a clatter,
Coker sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window He flew like baabs to pumpy poast,
Tore open the lube and rose up in his pants
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St.Pete? (Edit: jesus christ backie)
More rapid than shots Dennis and Coker came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ahmed! now, Bryant! now, Costco and Ty Jones (hi)!
On, Bynum ! on,Otten ! on, Cook and Bain! (note fuck off Marlon)
To the top of the boreds! to the top of the fax!
Now sign away! Sign away! Sign away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

With the sleigh full of Boys, and St. Pete too.
And then, in a twinkling, Dennis heard on the roof
The screams and grunt of each little tbser.
As Dennis drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the fax The LOI came with a bound.
He was dressed in Grubby sweatpants and Sweatershirt, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with stains and mom's love;
A bundle of Boys he had flung on his back.
His cheeks were like roses bowls, his nose like chode ;
The blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath
His grubby pants came off and the TSIO circle jerk commenced

Swaye

If you had made Spirit Horse into a Rudolph type character, this would have been perfect.