‘Twas the night before Covid Lockdown Christmas and all through the house,
not a face mask was on, unless we count the mouse in the blouse…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that a vaccine would soon be there…
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of outside play and in person school danced in their heads…
Mama in her LuLu and I in my No Filter Network Cap… Had just hit the gym, and your gosh damn right, I don’t nap…
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter… I sprang from the treadmill to see what was a matter…
Away from the window, I flew like a flash,
as if Captain America smoked a bit of hash…
The moon on the breast of new fallen snow gave the image of Kowalski on the objects below…
What to my wondering eyes should appear, a couple tiny army jeeps, 4 mini bikes & a go-cart but not one single reindeer…
With little grom drivers, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it wasn’t Saint Nick…
More rapid than eagles, the kiddos they came, so I whistled & shouted & called them by name…
Now Peanut & Peachy don’t forget about Sissy…
Yo Kakuhy & Biscuit…
We got no choice, we’ve gotta risk it!!!
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof…
The prancing and pawing but it wasn’t a hoof…
As I drew in my head and turned around…
Down the Chimney came young GO HARD’s but Saint Nick never found…
They spoke not a word and went straight to work, filling stockings with footboards, F*IT List books, and Let Them Play perks…
Then all of a sudden the big dude appeared, masked up but jolly with nothing to fear…
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head, this is what the fat fellow said…
“I know times are tough, incredibly rough,
but we all must believe what we have is enough…
A nasty virus, corrupt elections, and unconstitutional lockdowns have infiltrated our bubble…
I get it…
You probably think this ain’t no time to cuddle…
I’ve been off grid
but it wasn’t the vid…
Mrs. Clause (that sexy old mama) & I just had us a kid!!!
Trapped inside the last 9 months,
mama served a little extra with her quarantine lunch…
Just making the most of the situation we
got and Mrs. Clause in her apron is still looking HOT…
No matter the situation, Be grateful & humble…
Life is a fast, fleeting & constant royal rumble…
Our reactions are everything & experiences make us…
So quit the bitching & whining just hop onto the bus…
At the end of the day, there is nothing to
dread, if you’re listening to or reading this Daily Hustle…
Guess What?!?!?!
You are ALIVE and not fucking dead!!!!”
He then sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle…
And away they all flew, firing pistols…
Off in the distance, there was a loud screeching voice…
‘WTF Santa!!!! What’s with the guns??!?!?’
Relax Stevie SuperSoft, don’t let the government steal all your fun!!!
As a matter of fact, this ain’t the time to be shy…
Merry Christmas to all who LIVE FREE OR DIE 👊”
Merry Christmas Go Hards, EB
P.S. Have you hopped on a Team GoHard Foot Reflexology Board yet?
