IT'S CRISPSMAS!

Merry Crispsmas dear readers! To celebrate, the team at CTT have written you a festive poem. We hope you'll enjoy.

‘Twas the night before Crispsmas, and at Hayley’s abode,

The crisps were all stacked in a festive crisp code.

Each flavor aligned in a cosmic display,

While mushrooms spun tales that led minds astray.

Each guest got a turn—“It’s MY birthday now!”

Yelled Laura, who stood in her gravy somehow.

Hayley just laughed, “You’re part of the feast!”

As zombies arrived, demanding a piece.

“Don’t panic!” said Hayley, “Let’s make this reveal!”

The cupcakes imploded—time bent, then congealed,

Pink and blue frosting shot into the night,

Her gender declared in shimmering light.

The mushrooms took hold; the zombies looked grand,

As they munched on the crisps with their decomposed hands.

Laura just giggled, still stuck in her plate,

While Hayley proclaimed, “This party’s first-rate!”

So if your Crispsmas turns delightfully weird,

With zombies and mushrooms and Crisps that appeared,

Thank Hayley, the host, for the party you’ll cheer,

And wish her a Crispsmas to last through the year!