Good Afternoon All!
This is a poem I wrote based on the classic, quite a while back. I posted this last year but I wanted to repost it a little earlier this year. Please share this with as many friends as you can. I hope you enjoy it.
T’was the Night before Christmas-Hookah Style
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The Hookahs were set by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas would pull up a chair.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of plum shisha danced in their heads.
With mamma in her Birkenstocks, I unpacked the case,
We had just lit the coals, and filled up the vase.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my futon to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I ran in a dash,
Okay, I walked so I wouldn’t spill ash.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of a reindeer hoof.
As I drew from my hookah I was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in a Sari, from his head to his foot,
And his Sari was tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Hookahs he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
The hose of a Hookah he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
Without hesitation, nay, nary a swipe,
He plugged in his hose to the base of our pipe!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And he laughed at the sparse stash of shisha on our shelf!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his nose,
He added eight flavors as he pulled from the hose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, smoke a Hookah tonight!”
Until next time, remember: Life is too short to smoke cheap shisha!
