A Smokless Image Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was vaping, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Imagine soon would be there.
The adults were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of T3s danced in their heads.
And ma puffin her Nano and I with my Volt ,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s jolt.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and fell on my ash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature E-Cig, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, in such a contraption
I knew in a moment it must be St Imagine.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Nano! now, Carto! now, X2 and Vixen!
On, Cowboy! On, Clearo! on, on Freedom and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the walls!
Now dash away! Or I'll cut of your

!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With an cart full of e-cigs, and St Imagine too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in my ear
The prancing and pawing of St. Imagine my dear.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Imagine came with a bound.
She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of E-Liquids she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a mad Vaper, just opening her pack.
Her eyes-how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Blowing billows of vapor, as white as the snow.
The stump of an X2 she held tight in her teeth,
And the vapor encircled her head like a wreath.
She had a cute little face and a smile that was not crass,
A figure like a goddess and a tight little

!
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings with SI goodies, then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, through the vapor she rose!
She sprang to her E-Cig, to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight,
"No More Analogs at all, and a Smokeless Image good-night!