’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a sneaker was creasing, not even my spouse.
The Gen Zs were asleep, tucked up in their Breds,
While visions of Bad Bunnys danced in their heads.
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Mama in her Uggs, and me in my sick Js,
Had just settled down from the Travis release craze.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch, was it badman? What’s the matter?!
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Away to the window I flew in a dash,
Tripped on my Wu-Tang Dunks, hit the floor with a crash.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh full of sneaker boxes, and eight reindeer.
With a driver so stylish, his fit was Supreme,
I knew it was Santa, just rocking the dream.
Faster than bots, his reindeer they came,
He whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
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“Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the roof! To the top of the wall!
Dash away! Stash away! Drop pairs for all!”
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And then, with a jingling, I heard on the roof,
The stomping of soles, along with some hoofs.
Down the chimney he came, with a bundle of shoes,
From Retros to Dunks, he brought all the hues.
He was dressed all in drip, from his head to his foot,
All Stussy, all Palace, and Corteiz to boot.
He nodded at my rotation, approved with a glance,
And dropped me a raffle win ticket, finally my chance!
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He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like an Air Max missile.
Then I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Keep heat on your feet, and to all a good night!”
