Cigar Christmas - by Bad Dad
Twiss the night before, the night before Christmas.
And all throught the house, not a sound could be heard,
not even from Petey my pet little bird..?
And to my surprise, a bang at the door,
the postman was here to bring me my score.
It wasn't a fox, or even my socks,
it was a box of cigars that I had been waiting for.
My Park Avenue Torpedos, gee they were big,
will they fit in my humidor, is there room to give..?
My wife hovered above me as I tried and I pulled,
to add the torpedos, to a humidor that was full.
I moved and arranged till finially they fit.
Afraid of the comments from that naggy ol' bitch.
But a Christmas Miracel I was about to be instore
as my wife actually said, "You need another humidor."