It was the night befor Christmas.
The house was a fright.
The beer cans made a tree shape,
As the wine bottles gave it light.
The old woman didn't clean,
The old man was a louse.
The kids all ran away from the house.
Samta finall came with glad bags for cheer.
Please place all your trash and litter in here.
Leaving a note no," Christmas this year."
May the glad bags you fill with your trash,
Give you good feelings and cheer.
Leave the at the curb.
Not in the neighbors front yard this year.
There is a bottle of aspirn,
In the room somewhere.
You two will need it from,
The wine and the beer.
From the sight of this room,
I still have my hopes.
You two get it together and don't loose your hopes.
A contest entry
- A Not So Holly Jolly Christmas by Carpe Noctem.
850 points, ended January 7, 16 entries
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