Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a kinjo was stirring, not even a cat
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Pimp Jeff soon would be there.
The kinjos were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of asian duels danced in Trav's head.
And Val in his striped shirt, and Liz in her room,
Had just settled their fights, with Val in a tomb
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Rob sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the fridge he flew and he prayed
Tore open the doors in hopes of glape kool aid
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to Liz's wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With pimped out driver, glasses and tie
She knew in a moment it must be 'that guy'
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
.... :3 FedEx at the door, gonna cut this poem short~!