Suddendeathpoem Challenge as promised!

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Here is this weeks sudden death poem challenge. As before you will receive 5 words that must be used in the poem. The other rules are more fluid. I don't care what kind of poem it is. I encourage you to do this in one sitting or in under and hour (the point is to be spontaneous, not labor over it), but if you need more time, whatever works! Last time there was some chatter over where people needed to place their poems. I honestly don't care, reply here, make your own post (but at least link it on here so we can find it or something! lol). The words are: Santa, cookies, delight, Grinch, and eggnog. (- insert evil laughter at the last one here-). My entry will be below (no it's not the full length of the poem I spoofed, sorry too long for the time constraints I set myself!). Anyways, have fun and check back, as this post I predict will grow and grow and grow! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site Not a writer was writing, not even a plight. The postings were placed on the website with flair, In hopes that St Money soon would be there. Now we all were nestled all snug in our chairs, While visions of new monies answered our prayers. Auntie N with her brownies, and I with my hat, Had just settled quite down for a long evenings chat. When out on the step, there arose such a yelling, I sprang from the chair, what was wrong in my dwelling? Away to the front door, I flew like The Flash Tore open the screen door, which banged with a crash. The roses still blooming in Texas winter Santa’s quiet and sneaky entrance did hinder, What in the havens is going on this night! I stared in amazement, in wonder, in delight. He turned and I realized, so tall and skinny, I knew in a moment, twas hubby the ninny. Cookies and eggnog, in hands holding tight Bag from the store, the one that comes white. “Now lovely! My wifey! Now don’t be so cross, Don’t be a Grinch, you know you’re the boss. To the store I did run to get you a treat. Battling the last minute present rush was feat.” “But that trip was still worth it,” he said with a grin. “For I got this awesome suit,” and then did a spin. Rolling my eyes, I went right back to work. There were words to be written, I just couldn’t shirk. I crafted those words, with usual flourish t’is true, Then hitting the button, my excitement grew, For the last post of Christmas, my post took flight. “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”