A/N I came up with this in my math class, and I think it's pretty genius :). Disclaimer; the outsiders belong to S.E. Hinton

'Twas the night before Christmas and all throughout Tulsa

Not a greaser was stirring, not even loud Soda

The denim was hung by the chimney with care

In hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there

The gang was nestled all snug on the floor

While visions of chocolate cake danced by the door

And Soda in his boxers, and I with my booze

Had just settled down for a long winter's snooze

When out in the street there arose such a clatter

I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter

Away to the porch I flew like a flash

Not even Pony could move with such dash

The moon on the breast of the quickly melting snow

Gave the luster of midday to people below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But mean old Shepard and eight gang members

With a crappy old T-bird, so broken and dragging

I knew in an instant it must be failing

More rapid than socs the curses they came

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name

"Now fucker! Now shitface! Now asshole! And bastard!

Oh hellhole! Oh craphouse! Oh bitchin'! And shitcard!

To the end of the street, to the end of that wall,

Now work damnit! Push the car! Get movin' y'all!"

As socs before a big rumble meets

When they meet with a challenge, take to the streets

So up to the stop sign, the old T-bird drove

With a car full of greasers and Tim Shepard too

A/N Merry Christmas! Let me know who you think the P.O.V of this lovely poem is. Favorite and Review for Christmas wishes to come true!