‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Just one creature was stirring- it wasn’t a mouse;
The shackles were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that St. Nicholas would never leave there;
My parents were tied down, restrained in their beds,
While drug induced nightmares danced in their heads;
Sister in her kerchief and I in my mask,
Had just settled our brains for our...