T'was the night before Christmas and all through the shack, not a present to be found, because dad was on crack. ***** socks in the corner, nasty stench on the air, with hopes that the dope man would soon be there.

The children were all rolling in their old beds, because of bedbugs chewing on their heads. And mama with her syringe, and daddy smoking crack. They were too strung out to lay down for a nap.

When out in the street there rose such a clatter. Dad sprung to his feet to see what was the matter. When away from the window he flew in a flash. "*******! They're after my stash!"