The Night Before X-mas
Twas the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed.
He cussed at the elves and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks
I have good mind to s**** the whole works.
I've busted my butt for damn near a year.
Instead of "Thanks Santa" - what do I hear?
The old lady whines 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 and Vixen has AIDS.
And just when I thought that things would get better,
Those sobs from IRS sent me a letter.
They say I owe taxes - if that ain't damn funny,
Who the heck ever sent Santa Clause any money.
And the kids these days - they all are the pits.
They want the impossible - Those mean little ****s.
I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds,
Assembling dolls - Their arms, legs and heads.
I made a ton of yo yo's - No request for them
They want computers and robots, they think I'm IBM!
If you think that's bad, just picture this
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'm quitting this job - There's just no enjoyment.
I'll sit on my fat butt and draw unemployment.
There's no Christmas this year. Now you know the reason.
I found me a blonde . . . I'm going SOUTH for the season!
Love,
St. Nick