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'Twas the Blunt Before Christmas: A Cannabis Poem

A creative, cannabis-themed remix of the classic holiday poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas" by Clement Clarke Moore, written and read by Feel State Florissant budtender Jeff Rowse: Twas the blunt before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a Rowse; Bags of Robust flower were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that Jah Rastafari soon would be there; The pre-rolls were nestled all snug in their tubes, Fine music it played, providing the grooves, And Mama with her vape pen, and I with my bowl, Had just modified our brains for a long mental stroll, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, It sounded like dabbing with budder or shatter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, And tore open the shutters with the hopes it was hash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Glowed like an e-nail on the objects below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But an old bearded man with a sleigh full of cheer Despite his age he was lively and woke And I knew in a moment it must be St. Toke. To the Mrs. I said, “He’s here. He’s arriving?”, To me, the Mrs. said, “Honey, you're jiving.” I smiled a wry smile for I knew all the same Then he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Sugar, now! Badder, A bag full of gummies, "On! Rosin, on! Resin, Red Hot Riplets in our tummies! "To the top of the sherlock! to the top of the bowl! "Now smoke away! smoke away! smoke away all!" So up to the rooftop our grey matter flew, With a pipeful of product - and St. Tokes-A-Lot, too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof What I thought was the prancing and pawing of hoofs. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Toke came with a bound: He was dress'd all in hemp, from his head to his foot, And his beard was all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; A bundle of weed was flung on his back, And he look'd like a budtender opening his pack: His eyes were deep red! His dimples how merry, He puffed on a spliff that glowed like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of the spliff he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he coughed, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old toker, And I laugh'd when I saw him, cause I too was a smoker; With a wink of his eye and a freshly opened package Soon gave me to know that St. Toke had some cabbage. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And emptied the guts of the blunt with a jerk, He filled it with flower, and sealed it back shut And rose up the chimney; my last view his butt He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like a medicated missile: But I heard him exclaim, as he flew through the smoke Happy Cannabis to all, and to all a good toke! Keep learning with us on our website and socials @myfeelstate Disclaimer: The information presented here is meant for educational purposes only. Medical decisions should not be made based on advertising. Consult a physician on the benefits and risks of specific medical products. Visit our website to schedule a free consultation.