Santa slid in, no sleigh, just drip,
Yelled “Six Seven!” with peppermint lip.
Elves went feral, reindeer dabbed,
Mrs. Claus dropped a beat, gift bags grabbed.

Tinsel? Nah—Skittles-core snow.
Tree said “yo” and started to glow.
Grinch got rizz, Frosty got flex,
North Pole’s now a vibe complex.

So deck the halls with 67 cheer,
It’s meme-core madness, once a year.
No logic, just sleigh. No plot, just fun.
Six Seven forever—Christmas done.