Sky
12-16-2001, 05:01 AM
Santa's Poem
'Twas the night before Christmas, old Santa was pissed,
He cussd out the elves, and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, Ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind, To scrap the whole works.
I've busted my ass, for damn near a year ,
Instead of "Thanks Santa" what do I hear..
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night,
The elves want more money, the reindeer all fight.
Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is Pregnant, Vixon has AIDS
And just when I thought,that things would get better,
The tax office sent me a letter.
They say I owe taxes, if that ain't damn funny..
Who the hell ever, sent Santa any money?
And the kids these days, they all are the pits.
They want the impossible, those mean little shits.
If you think that is bad, picture this..
Try holding those brats, with their pants full of piss.
They pull on my nose, they grab at my beard,
And if I don't smile, the parents think I'm weird.
Flying through the air, dodging the trees,
Falling down chimneys, and skinning my knees.
I quit this job, there is just no enjoyment,
I'm going to sit on my fat ass, and collect unemployment.
If there is NO Christmas this year, you know the reason
I found me a blonde, and heading SOUTH for the season....
'Twas the night before Christmas, old Santa was pissed,
He cussd out the elves, and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, Ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind, To scrap the whole works.
I've busted my ass, for damn near a year ,
Instead of "Thanks Santa" what do I hear..
The old lady bitches cause I work late at night,
The elves want more money, the reindeer all fight.
Rudolph got drunk and goosed all the maids.
Donner is Pregnant, Vixon has AIDS
And just when I thought,that things would get better,
The tax office sent me a letter.
They say I owe taxes, if that ain't damn funny..
Who the hell ever, sent Santa any money?
And the kids these days, they all are the pits.
They want the impossible, those mean little shits.
If you think that is bad, picture this..
Try holding those brats, with their pants full of piss.
They pull on my nose, they grab at my beard,
And if I don't smile, the parents think I'm weird.
Flying through the air, dodging the trees,
Falling down chimneys, and skinning my knees.
I quit this job, there is just no enjoyment,
I'm going to sit on my fat ass, and collect unemployment.
If there is NO Christmas this year, you know the reason
I found me a blonde, and heading SOUTH for the season....