It was a few days before A.S.S. shipping,
And all around NWStogie’s block,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a nocturnal Ewok.
All the swag has been purchased,
And the cigars picked out,
When the wife handed me her wish list,
It was with a small pout.
Fortunately, she knows me well,
I’m just up to my usual shenanigans.
She, too, likes to share similar Xmas cheer,
With her coworkers and friends.
Now the cogitation begins,
As I pull out all the stops,
Figuring out how to pack everything up,
Into a single shipping box.
After the game smoky Tetris is complete,
Only one thing will remain,
Requiring some creativity,
And most of my brain.
A clue for my target,
Will be all that is left.
I will try to be clever,
Using words that are deft.
Then off to FedEx,
The Post Office or UPS.
To ship this A.S.S.-shenanigan package,
And get some (hopefully) well-deserved rest.
My thanks to my CBid brothers and sisters,
For another great, smoky year.
You’re a fine bunch of azzhats to chat with,
Me, over coffee, and you, over beer.
(Some of you, LOTS of beer.)
~Mattster