Reginald Reefer’s Kushmas Carols Pt 2
A few years ago, I wrote a parody of “A Christmas Carol”, which I entitled “Twas the Night before Kushmas” and I even made a video about it. In the spirit of Kushmas, I have decided to rework a number of your favorite Christmas poems and carols, with the Kushmas treatment.
Hell, I may even Publish this as a book. Who knows!
Anyhow, since we’re almost at that time of the year when we feast, hang out with family, and open presents, here’s some Kushmas spirit for your pipes!
Single Bowls
Rolling through the town
In my low rider sleigh
O'er the hills we go
Smoking all the way
Single Bowls, Single Bowls
Smell them all the way
Oh what fun it is ride this lifted way, hey!
Single Bowls, Smelly Bowls
Smell them all the way
A winter wonderland
With my buds today, hey!
Smoking as we ride
And taking puffs of glee
Through the frosted towns
While as high as can be
Oh, Single Bowls, Single Bowls
Smell them all the way
What fun it is to toke and sing this way, hey!
Single Bowls, Single Bowls!
Smell them all the way
A wonderland of green
On this cheery day, hey!
The Twelve Days of Kushmas
On the first day of Kushmas, my dealer gave to me
A fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the second day of Kushmas, my dealer gave to me
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the third day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the fourth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the fifth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the sixth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the seventh day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the eighth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Eight blunts a-rolling
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the ninth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Nine plants a-growing
Eight blunts a-rolling
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the tenth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Ten new strains
Nine plants a-growing
Eight blunts a-rolling
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the eleventh day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Eleven hash oils dripping
Ten new strains
Nine plants a-growing
Eight blunts a-rolling
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed
On the twelfth day of Kushmas my dealer gave to me
Twelve seeds for growing
Eleven hash oils dripping
Ten new strains
Nine plants a-growing
Eight blunts a-rolling
Seven nugs a-drying
Six bowls a-packing
Five golden vapes
Four edibles baking
Three pipes a-smoking
Two joints a-puffing
And a fat ounce of sour diesel weed!
Ganja Clause is coming to Town!
Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I’m telling you why
Ganja Claus is coming to town
He’s making a list
He’s checking it twice
Gonna find out who’s naughty or nice
Ganja Claus is coming to town
He sees you when you’re toking
He knows when you bake
He knows when you’ve got the good kush
So be good for goodness sake
Oh, you better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout
I'm telling you why
Ganja Claus is coming to town
With empty sacks and a loaded bowl
And strains from the North Pole
Ganja Claus is coming to town
He’s got Moon Rocks for good girls and boys
Bringing green cannabis joy
So toke how you like and smoke up the night
Ganja Claus is coming to town
Frosty the Dopeman
Frosty the Dopeman was a chill and happy soul
With a corn cob pipe and two eyes made of bowls
And two nugs made out of hash
Frosty the Dopeman is a fairytale they say
He was made of snow but he loved to toke all day
There must have been some magic in that silk stash they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around
Frosty the Dopeman
Was as lit as he could be
And everybody toking
Is totally jealous of me
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Look at Frosty go
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
To the cannabis store
Frosty the Dopeman knew it's risky business outside
So he stayed in to burn and get super fried
He locked the doors and shut the blinds
And kept on smoking dooby pines
With his stash of bud so tight
And his green glowing bright
Frosty the Dopeman is getting high all night
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Just hear him laugh
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
He's chiefing his hash
I’m dreaming of a Green Kushmas!
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like the ones from Amsterdam
Where the bud tends to glisten
And stoners listen
To hear dank nugs crisping in the pan
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every doobie I toke
Where the glass bongs glisten
And the vapes all shine so bright
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every tasty puff I take
May your strains be purple and bright
And may all your Kushmas be white
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With a half ounce of Bubble Kush
Where led grow lights glisten
And wake and bake starts at dawn
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
Just like my dealer downtown
Where the buds crisp and glisten
And the smell is so loud
May your days be uplifted and high
And may all your Kushmas be white
It’s the most bake-est time of the year
It's the most whacky time of the year
With the indica and sativa spreading cheer
And strains growing all day long
The mood is bright with ganja aroma right
The most whacky time of the year
There'll be much giggling for sharing fat blunts
And fried tales from young stoners of their favorite strains
There'll be scary ghostly keef and tales of the smoke
That appears with giant clouds floating off of a Zong
It's the most whacky time of the year
There'll be popcorn and lots of good strains steaming
Hot green Elves singing loud songs of good tidings and joy
And carolers roasting red eyes open fire
It's the most whacky time of the year
The UK Cheese, Bubble Kush, the Afghan Dream
Are drawing cannabis lovers far and near
It's the most whacky time
It's the baked-est season this herbal medicine can bring
No matter how many times you've blazed here
The next days high is often the most dear
There'll be much paranoia for sharing fat blunts
And scary ghostly keef and tales of the smoke
That appears with giant clouds from a Zong
It's the most baked-est season
The most baked-est season
Oh the most baked-est season of the year!
Have yourself a merry little Kushmas
Have yourself a merry little Kushmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
Our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Kushmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on
Our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining nug upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Kushmas now
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
So hang a shining blunt upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Kushmas now
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