'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, except for Ash.
The stallings were laid on the table with care, with hopes that gifts will soon be there.
Ash was nestled all snug on the couch, while visions of Courage the cowardly dog played on the TV ahead,
And Mother in her blanket and father in his chair Had just settled down for a long winter's nap When out in the living room there arose such a comical scream,
Ash looked up from writing this story to see what was the matter.
Away her breath was taken with a laugh, Courage tumbled down the stairs and slingshotted a pie.
The lamp shining gently on the worn storybook pages Gave Ash a story to bastardize for the second year in a row, When, what to her appetite should crave, But a cup of French roast, made in the FlexBrew; So she filled a mug, with a sarcastic line, and knew in a moment exactly what to write.
More rapid than a child her excitement grew. While the coffee audibly brewed, her mind was distracted, by thoughts of ex lovers, so she recalled them by name: "Now, Nola! Now, Kaylee! Now, Riley! And Ky! On, Cadence(vector)! On, Shanelle! On, Jay and Ayson! To the chopping block, to the coffee! Now, dash away, back to the couch, dash to the couch!"
As to her dismay the coffee had not brewed, She is met with an obstacle, what could she do, So sad she sat on that couch in dismay No money from grandma on Christmas eve, meant no drugs too!
And then in a twinkle, she smelled in the kitchen The soothing aroma of French brew.
As I set the book down, and turned toward the kitchen, With me Waffle came with a bound!
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She was dressed in a bandana, red as Santa's suit, Thee scruff of her neck was matted with barbeque grease; A cuddly bundle of love she laid on her back, she looked just like a teddy bear snuggled in Ash's arms.
Her eyes, how they twinkled in a pale blue and soft brown! Her smile, how sweet! Her fur was soft, her nose wet. Her eyes droopy from Christmas drowsiness. The treat she had been given, apparent on her breath, The two lied there, warmth encircling them like a wreath.
Ash had a loveable face and a petite body That often shivered, in warm temperatures, and sweat in a blizzard.
She was comfy and happy, a rare moment in her life. She laughed at the purple dog in, spite of herself.
A shout from her brother, and a sip of the gods nectar Soon gave her to know she should take more dayquil;
She spoke not a word, but hurried straight to the bathroom, And popped two red pills; Dayquil then swallowed with the help of coffee,
And blowing her nose, and curling back up, this story she would soon post.
She sprang under the blanket, to her bird she gave a whistle, And away her throbbing headache flew like Santa and his reindeer.
