‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a cookie was baking, not even a Toll House.
Even the Oreos had been eaten (I licked them all so I wouldn’t have to share!)
But what would the kids leave out for Santa, who soon would be there?
The children searched their pantry, shoving aside the Wonder Bread,
While visions of a pissed off, hungry Santa clutched his stomach in their heads.
Mom and dad grumbled; they were tired of this crap,
So they threw a box of Holiday Sprinkles Cookie Crisp into the children’s laps.
“Santa doesn’t need real cookies,” Dad said. “They’ll just make him fatter.”
“Give him this cereal, but go easy on the milk; we don’t want a soggy disaster!” Continue reading