Drunken Santa's Christmas Bender

What? Sneaking down a frozen flue Ooh! My leather boots

were loud and crunching. The lonely job was almost through. But,

man, I need a desperate luncheon. I saw the light beneath the

door. A cold bright beacon, what a prize. Could not ignore

it anymore. The thirst was burning in my eyes. No milk and

cookies, sticky sweet. No. I bypassed all the sickly treats.

I tore the door right off the hinge. Found a 12-pack for my binge.

Deck the halls with broken glass. I took this party to the max,