Twas the Night Before Christmas (1970's)
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,
no pigs were a-stirring, no narcs were around.
The joints were all rolled and stuffed into sacks-
in dreams we'd get wasted, right up to the max!
When suddenly we heard, at the door, came three knocks
we looked at each other and said "Shit, it’s the cops!"
We opened the door, and Santa appeared,
With a pound of Colombian and a keg of Coors beer.
With Jolly St. Nick wearing a big and broad smile
we invited him in, to party awhile.
He spoke not a word but proceeded to stroll
Opened a beer and lit up a bowl!
We rolled us some joints and we jammed to the Dead
And circles of incense surrounded our heads,
He stood up to leave and bid us good nigh,
And said with a twinkle "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good high!"