Hey guys, I wanted to write a little Christmas/tribute poem to Smosh. It's written in the form of "twas the night before Christmas" by Clement Clarke Moore. it's one of my favorite poems, and one of my favorite things to read on Christmas. Let this be a present to smosh, and to all of you. Also I want to wish everyone a merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, a happy Kwanzaa, if you don't celebrate anything have a fantabulous Wednesday, and a merry Smoshmas to all! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Smosh, or the poem twas the night before Christmas.
Twas the night before Smoshmas, when lo and behold
Not a creature was stirring, not even the barbershop pole.
And, on the counter there were cookies and beer
In hopes that Santa clause would soon be here.
Two boys were sleeping all snug in their beds,
While visions of pink frosted sprinkled doughnuts danced in their heads.
Anthony with his stuffed Pikachu, and Ian with his gun
Waited for morning to enjoy Christmas fun.
When all of a sudden there was a noise,
And it was loud enough to wake the two boys.
Ian grabbed the gun, and Anthony grabbed the bat,
Then met in the hallway to investigate the crash.
They had snuck into the living room with great speed
Ready to beat the living fire truck out of this thief,
But to their surprise no one was there to be beaten.
Though the beer was half gone, and the cookies were eaten.
Anthony looked around in shock, but Ian was filled with glee.
Because old saint Nick had been there to put presents under the tree.
"It was Santa, he was really here!" Ian squealed.
Anthony shook his head at Ian, who still thought Santa was real.
"Ian, are you kidding?" Anthony asked with a sneer.
"Remember the last time you thought that Santa was here.
That robber tricked you, and he took have of our stuff.
You even helped him, if that wasn't enough."
"Ok fine, whatever." Ian grumbled in response.
"That was a mistake, but can't you forget about it just this once.
I just know it was Santa, I know he was here.
Besides who cares about presents; it's all about spreading good cheer."
Anthony knew Ian was right, he had to admit,
But he didn't believe in Santa, he couldn't be tricked.
Ian was sweet, innocent, and so full of hope.
Though, Anthony was too smart to believe in that dope.
That's when out of nowhere something appeared,
It was a piece of paper lying next to the beer.
Anthony grabbed the paper which seemed to be a note.
It said it was from Santa, and here's what he wrote.
Dear, Ian and Anthony, thank you for being here,
For bringing your fans hilarious videos each year.
From Ian is Bored to Lunch Time with Smosh.
Without you two, many people would be lost.
You both try your hardest to give your fans what they want,
And sometimes you think that it's time to give up,
But your true fans love you, and love how you make them feel.
Merry Christmas to you both, ps. Anthony, I am totally real.
Ian looked at Anthony, and Anthony looked back.
Both boys were grinning, yes that was a fact.
Then they both turned around, and what do they see?
Two nicely wrapped presents under the Christmas tree.
They both stared for a while, not knowing what to think,
When they heard jingles bells and small little clinks.
It was coming from outside, out in the cold
Both Ian and Anthony rushed to the window.
They watched as the bright red slay flew into the night
With eight little reindeer leading the flight,
And as Santa flew away, yes this part is true.
He yelled. "Merry Christmas to all, Ian, Anthony, and the entire Smosh crew!"
