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‘Twas the Joint Before Christmas

‘Twas the joint before Christmas, when all through Boulder
not a creature was stirring as the night got colder.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
and the grown-ups all hoped they would find weed in there.

The children were gone, visiting gram and gramps,
and the house felt safer, at least to the lamps.
So mom with the papers, and I with the pot
had just settled down to make the papers hot.


When out on the lawn there arose such a shout
I gasped in surprise and coughed the weed out.
Away to the window I floated like a feather,
peeped out of the curtains and stared at the weather.

The moon on the breast of new-fallen snow
made me forget why I’d come to the window.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but a smiling man with a thick white beard.


With his red and white coat, so frilly and long,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Chong.
He brought only the merriest of Mary Jane,
and he said, “Hey, man,” as he called out the strains:

To the room with the bong! To the room with the bowl!
Take your pick, man, just get ready to roll.”


As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
so up to the ceiling the smoke took off in flight,
with the bong full of green, and St. Chong with a light.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the driver
the iconic bass line of War’s Low Rider.
As I reached out my hand to turn up the volume,
down the chimney came St. Cheech with a “Hey, how are you?”


He wore red suspenders under a fine suit,
and gave St. Chong a nod in friendly salute.
A bundle of edibles flung on his back,
he looked like a candyman opening his pack.

The suckers – how they twinkled! The chill pills how merry!
All flavors of chocolates, from caramel to cherry!
His iconic mustache drew up in a smile,
as he pulled out more treats. “We may be here a while.”


The stump of a joint he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He lifted some gummies and patted his belly,
then shook all the treats like a bowlful of jelly.

He wasn’t done yet, though, I began to see,
when he pulled out a drink infused with THC.
A wink of his eye and a twist of the cap,
and soon I felt ready to go take a nap.


He spoke of frosty nugs as we all passed a jay,
and he filled all the stockings with candies for days.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

St. Chong chose to leave a little while after,
I assume to bring others weed and/or laughter.
And I heard them exclaim, as they both passed from sight,
Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good high!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Karing Kind!

From all of us at Karing Kind, Boulder’s first recreational marijuana dispensary, we’d like to wish you a merry Christmas and happy holidays.

Karing Kind is located just off of US-36, one mile north of Broadway, open daily from 9am to 10pm.

While we carry a variety of strains, concentrates, edibles, salves and tinctures, inventory and stock levels fluctuate from week to week and month to month. Check our menu and follow us on Twitter for an up-to-date list of edibles, concentrates and buds available now.