Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the house
No mess made of wrappings, and glitter about
the stockings not hung, no arrangements prepared
too much to do, much too much to bare
The friends all nestled and asleep in their beds
While red and white e-liquids danced in their heads
And you in your laziness, and a beer in your hand
Passed out on the couch, crumbs of bread on your lap
When out in your room arose such a clatter
Your alarm was sounding, sounding out louder
It was time to awake and get off your ass
Get out on the street and earn you some class
As you walked up and down the Mall full of glow
Unlike so many others, so happy to throw
Away months worth of work to make someone happy
The walking and searching made you so angry
Then came a place you found so rare,
A place filled with options, out left your despair
There's something for Annie, Nicky and Rue
You did not believe what Lucky 8 Could do
At first you avoided, and feared what would come
You trembled and quivered and cried for your mum
It all seemed so daunting, to get going on this
And in one single place, you finished your list
Happy Holidays from Lucky 8!
