Twas the night before Cannabismas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with flair,
In hopes that Green Santa soon would be there.
The budmates were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of gummies danced in their heads.
And I in my hoodie, with my vape pen in hand,
Had just settled down with a strain they call “Dreamland.”
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a haze,
Tripped over the dog (I’ll blame the Purple Blaze).
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Lit up the yard like a grow room’s glow.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh made of hemp and eight cannabis deer.
With a jolly old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than munchies, his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Sativa! Now Indica! Now OG and Kush!
On Diesel! On Durban! On Maui and Haze, shush!"
"To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let’s deliver these goodies, big and small!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
They lifted his sleigh and soared through the sky.
So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of flower and edibles too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each tiny hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes smelled of pine and some earthy root.
A sack full of goodies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a budtender opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth held a pipe in its teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a jar full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
He winked and he grinned and got straight to his work,
Filling stockings with flower and gummies (no jerks).
For those who need sleep, he left “Nighttime Bliss,”
And for pain, a balm no one could dismiss.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Filling jars with pre-rolls and cartridges at last.
Then laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a fiery green missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Cannabismas to all, and to all a good night!"
Wishing You Love, Joy, and a Dank Holiday Season
This Cannabismas, let’s celebrate the healing power of the plant, from better sleep to relaxation and pain relief. It’s a time to embrace not just the gifts of the season but the gifts of cannabis—gifts that keep on giving through comfort, joy, and community connection.
Green Santa reminds us: “Keep it legal, share the love, and always pass to the left!”
To our incredible community, thank you for your unwavering support this year. Your passion, kindness, and commitment have been the roots that anchor us and the light that helps us grow.
Here’s to continuing this journey together in 2025. May it be a year of healing, progress, and plenty of Cannabismas cheer. 🌿✨
