A Trollhaugen Christmas- Zeb's Pop Out Poem

‘Twas the night before the Pop Out and all through the house,
Not lots could be heard over Cacc’s blood curdling shouts;
The gang was crowded ‘round the table, looking forward to a festive feast,
Slapping down sixes and sevens, matching colors to compete.
The faux yule fire was burning, illuminating the Christmas Tree;
Packed neatly with wrapped presents, from Zeb’s sponsors to handout for free.
When the game comes to a close, and stomachs stuffed tightly;
They lay there in their beds, all neat and tidy.