Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that DJs Gen & Hill soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug at the bar,
while shots of espresso vodka lured folks near and far.
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my sweater,
had just written DJs Gen & Hill a letter. It said:
DJ GEN & HILL XMAS EVE CHRISTMAS SWEATER PARTY Doors 9:30 | Music 10 /// 21 & up