#twasthenight

#PoemOfTheWeek What phrase is always said around this time???

Yes, we’re a little late in uploading this but that was purposeful. Every Christmas this would be said, watched and heard; be it from the young or old, all will remember… ’Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement C. Moore …And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Nicholas came…

While the Johnson Creek™ team is enjoying the next two days off with our families, we wanted to take a moment to wish you a very happy holiday season. No matter what you celebrate, we hope you celebrate it with your favorite Johnson Creek™ Premium e-Liquid and Vapor Devices. We’ll be back bright and early on Monday morning, December 28, to pack and ship all your orders.

And now, making its 7th annual appearance, our own version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all though JCVC,    The whole team was packing. What a sight to see;

The bottles were packed and put in bags with care,    In hopes that mail carriers soon would be there;

The vapers were nestled all snug in their beds,    While visions of clouds and juice danced in their heads;

Our Founder with his JC Original,   Our President with Marcado visible,

Both noted the late hour and heard such a clatter,   They dashed to the lobby to assess the matter;

The whole team was vaping some pretty nice clouds,   We peered through the vapor and on past the crowds;

When what to our wondering eyes did appear,   USPS and UPS were both here!  

With spry drivers so happy, careful, and quick;   We knew it was time to load and help St. Nick

More rapid than rivers our team rallied and came,   We whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

Now, Texas! Now Utah, Wisconsin, and Maine!   On, Georgia! On Maryland and California!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!   Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!"

As the orders before us trundled along,   We fell into a rhythm singing a song;

To the depots and homes the carriers flew,   Trucks full of bottles, coils, wicks, and droppers too;

And then, with a tinkling heard from afar,   We turned to learn that Mike had opened the bar.

With our work done and the packages away,   It was time to pour, imbibe, relax, and play.

A stranger, dressed in crimson from head to toe,   And a mod in his hand and a bag in tow;

He smiled a blew vapor rings—nice and thick,   Could this be, we all pondered, the real St. Nick?

His mod—how it shined! His tank—look no leaking!   He smiled and dropped the bag. His eyes twinkling.

The bag slipped open and we set to peeking. 
   “Ah, ah, ah,” He said with a finger waving;


“‘Tis not for you.” He patted his round belly.  
   That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

“‘Tis for the JC family in 2016.”   With a wink of his eye, he vanished from the scene.

He sprang to his sleigh and rallied the whole team,   Just as we wondered, “Could it have been a dream?”

He bellowed to us, rose, and flew out of sight,   “Happy Holidays to all and to all a good night!”