Twas the Friday before Christmas and all through the studio
Came an aroma quite strong from the green provided by Julio
My stocking is hung as well as the crew
But empty because all my bills have come due
The nagging injuries that keep me awake in my bed
Bring dreams of crystal nuggets that dance in my head
I checked the old stash box, jacket pockets, and cap
But found nothing so ate cheesecake and required a nap
When out on the lawn arose such a chatter
It was the sound of the crew and they brought some shatter
I opened the window and threw up the sash
And asked them if they brought any mushrooms or hash
Then I saw green that looked more like snow
A white widow hybrid with some friends of the show
And in my wondering thoughts appeared
A Christmas wish that wasn't sexual or weird
That all of the war that makes us all sick
Could be solved with a joint and ended real quick
That problems go away as fast as they came
And we move forward without resentment or blame
Like a new love after leaving a vixen
We get together and we all start mixin
From the windows to the porch to the top of the walls
All the warmongers and creeps can suck on these balls
Those that order bombs that drop from the sky
Can fuck off, get fisted, eat shit and die
So to end another year that felt like it flew
I enter this new year with lots to do
With new shows, music, and other projects too
With conversation, drawings, and strings that are emoting
Maybe I can reach folks that are still voting
And tell them instead of turning this whole thing around
Let's start a new country built up from the ground
And any authority that puts you under their foot
Belongs in the rubble of history in ash and soot
So now that my good friends are around
We enjoy the riffs of the Swedish sound
From Meshuggah to At the Gates to In Flames
To the ones with the logos where you can't read the names
We rolled all the joints and finished the sack
But out came even more that my crew did pack
Our convos were deep, funny, and merry
Even when talking about things traumatic and scary
We played guitars and instruments with a bow
And even busted out the ol' banjo
With music and words and whistling of teeth
It brought to me joy, friendship, and relief
Now with the munchies I looked at my belly
And ate one of the brownies brought by Shelly
I remember saying “Don't eat that whole one to yourself”
And then I remember going through a portal and meeting an elf
But alas everyone, there was no reason to dread
The hallucinations were just in my head
Once that wore off I could continue my work
Of talking shit on the internet and being a jerk
I don't put anything in my veins or nose
Because natural is where it's at and this guy knows
So sit back relax and light up some thistle
And find a good Iron Maiden song with a melody you can whistle
Happy Christmas to all, and to all of your family, from The New Prisoners
Merry Christmas to you Six and the whole TNP crew! You're all awesome. Looking forward to another great year hearing the sane perspective from you lot👍🥳🏆 Thank you!