Twas' the eve of the eve, we had the homies all at the house. Everyone was lit, even Chuck in his blouse. Yeezy through the speakers, handing out beers at the door. In walks a man that was Christmas to the core. Dressed in all white, a jacket painted with faces. He shouted "ho ho hoo...it's time for the race of the cases". Beer after beer, drunk after drunk. Chuck cried out "WET", his ship had sunk. Zack had won the race and told us it was on his wishlist, this was the year that Zack won Christmas.
