T'was The Night Before Christmas

(Yes I know this is really late for Christmas, but I wasn't able to post it here when, so even though it's long overdue, just check it out.)

T'was the night before Christmas,
And all through Nyne's house
not a creature was sturring, not even Nyne's computer mouse.
The stockings were hung above the carboard chimney with care,
In hopes that Nyne's mom would soon put candy there.

Nyne and his brother, were snug in their beds
hoping their grandma, had taken her meds.
His mom in her flanel, his stepdad in his cap,
were nestled on the couch, taking a "nap".

When out from the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Nyne looked out his window to see what was a matter.
All of the tires, on Nyne's Mom's van were flat,
and running off, was Nyne's ex stepdad, Matt.

Away from the windows Nyne was out the door in a flash,
He went after the man, hoping for a reward of cash.
Over a fence Nyne sprung,
knowing Matt would tire soon, because he only had one lung.

Nyne came to a stop, not knowing the way,
he was really pissed, because tomorrow was Christmas Day.
But looking through a bar window, what to his eyes should appear,
his ex stepdad Matt, drinking what he thought, was a victory beer.

Nyne kicked down the bar door, with all of his might,
glaring at Matt, preparing to fight.
Matt was standing still, his posture was sprawl,
But before a hit was made, the cops showed up, to end the brawl.

They took Nyne out of the bar,
and asked him his story inside a police car.
Matt was put in jail,
and not even his own mother, would pay his bail.

And as the police returned Nyne to his home,
one of the officers, tripped over one of Nyne's yard gnomes.
Nyne went back to his bed, and turned off the light,
he had had, a very long night.