{"id":4598,"date":"2022-12-09T08:16:29","date_gmt":"2022-12-09T16:16:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=4598"},"modified":"2022-12-09T08:16:29","modified_gmt":"2022-12-09T16:16:29","slug":"221209","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/12\/09\/221209\/","title":{"rendered":"221209"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2022\/221209.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>221209<br \/>\n&#8216;Tis the season to get baked<\/p>\n<p>Last Christmas Eve, I smoked a bowl<br \/>\nAnd met Saint Nick at the North Pole<br \/>\nThe reindeer flew, we played with elves<br \/>\nThen got some sweets to stuff ourselves<br \/>\nWe had some drinks, and he got pissed<br \/>\nSo I checked out his Christmas list<br \/>\nI found your name, and you&#8217;re marked nice<br \/>\nI&#8217;m in the naughty column twice!<br \/>\nHe sobered up and went to work<br \/>\nHe filled his sleigh and gave a smirk<br \/>\n&#8220;Next Christmas you&#8217;ll get what you need<br \/>\nAs long as I can smoke your weed!&#8221;<br \/>\nSo I whipped out my trusty bong<br \/>\nHe inhaled deep, he inhaled long<br \/>\n&#8220;I thank you for this killer grass<br \/>\nIt knocked me on my jolly ass<br \/>\nNext year you&#8217;ll meet a wee cail\u00edn<br \/>\nA lovely Irish lass named Jeanne&#8221;<br \/>\nNo longer will my heart be blue<br \/>\nMy verdant Christmas wish came true!<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"221209 \\'Tis the season to get baked Last Christmas Eve, I smoked a bowl And met Saint Nick at the North Pole The reindeer flew, we played with elves Then got some sweets to stuff ourselves We had some drinks, and he got pissed So I checked out his Christmas list I found your name, and you\\'re marked nice I\\'m in the naughty column twice! He sobered up and went to work He filled his sleigh and gave a smirk \\\"Next Christmas you\\'ll get what you need As long as I can smoke your weed!\\\" So I whipped out my trusty bong He inhaled deep, he inhaled long \\\"I thank you for this killer grass It knocked me on my jolly ass Next year you\\'ll meet a wee cail\u00edn A lovely Irish lass named Jeanne\\\" No longer will my heart be blue My verdant Christmas wish came true!\", \"US English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>221209 &#8216;Tis the season to get baked Last Christmas Eve, I smoked a bowl And met Saint Nick at the North Pole The reindeer flew, we played with elves Then got some sweets to stuff ourselves We had some drinks, and he got pissed So I checked out his Christmas list I found your name, &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2022\/12\/09\/221209\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">221209<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[47,90,68,53,39,138,94,24,15,14],"class_list":["post-4598","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-calendars","tag-colors","tag-drinking","tag-food","tag-holidays","tag-jeanne","tag-numbers","tag-pot","tag-work","tag-xmas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4598"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4598"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4598\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4599,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4598\/revisions\/4599"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4598"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4598"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4598"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}