bcbreeder
Well-Known Member
Twas the night before Xmas
And all through
The tilray plant
Not a creature was stirring
Not even their mites
Or even a shill
The privateer stockings were all
Hung with care
Hoping that St PHIl Loucas
Would soon be there
The pitiful patients
Were all nestled in their beds
With hopes of sugar coated buds
In their heads
And the mite covered mom in her kerchief
And I in my cap
Had just settled down
For a long winters nap
With a handful of Valium
Cuz tilray bud
Don’t cut it
When out on the Astro turf
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter
The moon on the breast
Of the fallen snow
Gave a luster
Of crystal coated buds
That tilray house brown buds
always failed to muster
When what to my wandering eyes
Should appear
but
A tilray sleigh
And eight tiny tilray trimmers
Doing double duty as rain deers
With a lil ol driver so
Lively and quick
I knew in a moment
It must be Phil loucas
Dressed up
As St nick
As he whistled and shouted
And called them by name
All his rendeeires
Had names of tilray
Strains
Out from the loudspeakers
And sub woofer
Of santas sleigh
Played bob Marley tunes
As if to say
Its okay folks dont worry
We tilray folks know
We snowed you with
Two wheeler
Mmar bud
To fill the privateer
Holdings socks
But in the new
Year we got new strains
Coming soon
As the sleigh pulled away
To drop more tilray
Packages on ex rcmp patients doorstops
We could only shake our heads
In knowing
That in 2015
Well be growing our own meds
And Saint Phil
And privateer can
Go get real jobs
And all through
The tilray plant
Not a creature was stirring
Not even their mites
Or even a shill
The privateer stockings were all
Hung with care
Hoping that St PHIl Loucas
Would soon be there
The pitiful patients
Were all nestled in their beds
With hopes of sugar coated buds
In their heads
And the mite covered mom in her kerchief
And I in my cap
Had just settled down
For a long winters nap
With a handful of Valium
Cuz tilray bud
Don’t cut it
When out on the Astro turf
There arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter
The moon on the breast
Of the fallen snow
Gave a luster
Of crystal coated buds
That tilray house brown buds
always failed to muster
When what to my wandering eyes
Should appear
but
A tilray sleigh
And eight tiny tilray trimmers
Doing double duty as rain deers
With a lil ol driver so
Lively and quick
I knew in a moment
It must be Phil loucas
Dressed up
As St nick
As he whistled and shouted
And called them by name
All his rendeeires
Had names of tilray
Strains
Out from the loudspeakers
And sub woofer
Of santas sleigh
Played bob Marley tunes
As if to say
Its okay folks dont worry
We tilray folks know
We snowed you with
Two wheeler
Mmar bud
To fill the privateer
Holdings socks
But in the new
Year we got new strains
Coming soon
As the sleigh pulled away
To drop more tilray
Packages on ex rcmp patients doorstops
We could only shake our heads
In knowing
That in 2015
Well be growing our own meds
And Saint Phil
And privateer can
Go get real jobs
