Twas the day before Christmas,
And all through the Curtis house,
Every creature was stirring,
Except for the mouse.
Old gym socks were hung by the wood heater with care,
In hopes that Dallas Winston, with new packs of stolen Cigarettes,
Soon would be there
All of the greasers helped put up the tree,
Singing and Laughing, their smiles full of glee.
But, the fun did not last long.
'Cause then, everything went horribly wrong.
The Socs pulled up in their mustangs of black
"Oh, no", Sodapop whispered, "They're back"
Johnny promptly turned the color of red
And ran and hid under the bed.
The other greasers came outta the house, oh so humble.
Looks like there's gonna be a rumble!
Then, without losing her balance,
Little Miss Cherry Valence,
Came up to the sight,
Trying to stop the fight.
Said she, "Please do not bicker!
It's Christmas Eve! Does it matter whose richer?"
Said Bob, "I think she's right.
It's Christmas Eve! No time for a fight!
We should go..."
He pointed to Ponyboy, "But watch your back,
Cuz after Christmas Day, we'll pick up the slack!"
The Socs pulled up their Khaki pants,
And got back in their 'stangs
When Bob said, "Let's go to P.F. Chang's"
The greasers went back inside the house
To find little Johnnycake standing by the couch.
Said Johnny, "You beat the Socs, didn't you?
You drove them away, didn't you?"
Dally joked, "No Johnny, we let them have the win.
Pretty soon they'll come in to pound in our faces.
Better get ready and tie your shoe laces!"
Johnny, of course, freaked out.
And totally passed out.
Dally covered him with an old sheet,
And got to his feet.
And looked into the light,
Which was ever-so bright,
And said "Merry Christmas to All!
And to All, a good fight!"
A/N: Yes, I know the Socs' mustang is blue, but I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with the word "blue" at the time. So, deal with it.
Aaaand... that's all. I guess. Merry Christmas :D
