The teenagers were drunk, all out of their minds,
As they cruised the square, being unkind,
Little did they know, as they drank their beer,
They would be victims, of Operation Christmas Cheer.

When out on the square, there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their cars to see what was the matter.
We opened our windows, and lit up the candle
We gripped even tighter the baseball bat handle

The streetlights of yellow, so dim they did glow
And gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a green Honda accord, and 6 tiny reindeer,

As they spied the driver, and the people of cheer,
They sobered up, got rid of the beer.
We noticed them coming, looking for fight
We screamed, “To all a Happy Christmas, and to all a good night!”

They pondered and puzzled, what did he say?
Did he just say merry Christmas the British way?
“Ha Ha Ha” we laughed, they don’t understand,
We’ve got to get away as fast as we can.

As they chased us, up through the town.
They heard a voice, while running us down.
What voice is this? What could it be?
The voice shouted, it shouted with glee.

"Now, Logan! now, Big Josh! now, Jordan and Bria!
The gay one is anxious, Oh mommamia
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

We ran from the trucks, a hundred in number,
When they met with an obstacle, so slow they did lumber,
The curbs and the parking lots, they were so mean,
They drove over it all, and we got away clean.

As we smiled and laughed, all giddy with glee
We discovered not all had stopped following me.
We stopped at the light, because thats what it said,
And out hopped someone whose neck was red

He was dressed all in camo, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
The drugs he took made him immune to the cold,
We gasped as we spied the switchblade he hold.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
We knew he was nuts, he was really quite scarry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
We all could tell he’d been doing the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a mean face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And begin cutting straps, as I turned with a jerk,
Off we took, right through the light,
That was the scariest thing that happened all night.

And then, right there, on the roof of the car
The candle fell over, fell over so far.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Back to the parking lot we fled with a bound.

“Oh no!” I cried, “Our straps they did rape!”
But Josh said no worries, and hopped out with the tape.
He fixed the straps, inches thick they were made,
Now THIS would be quite the escapade

Once again, as we began crusin
One began to follow, one who’d been boozin.
So off we took, screaming with cheer,
We love the followers who are drinkers of beer!

As we ran, on main street we turned,
You could smell the rubber we burned
They passed us with anger, got out in a hurry.
What happened next is to all a bit blurry.

Next thing we know, my car they have killed,
The poor radiator no longer was filled.
The front light, it was no longer there,
They all got out, ran fingers through hair.

“Gee we’re sorry” all of them said.
But that doesn’t help because MY CAR IS DEAD.
Families were called, stories exchanged
Most of our parents thought we were deranged.

But to all it was worth it, for we love the thrill
Even if my car they did kill.
This night was over, and so was our fun
For now we have a car that won’t run.

As we all left, the farce was done,
The stupid drunk had spoiled our fun.
Josh's parents were mad, or so I thought,
With them havoc is usually wrought.

I felt sorry for him, because I knew it was bad
A severe grounding would surely ensue from his dad.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”

-Squid