mdwhite
12-13-2008, 07:14 AM
It Twas the night before Christmas and all through my pad;
Not a creature was stirring, not even my Dad;
The stockings were hung on the fireplace, hung with great care;
In hope that Saint Dick, soon would be there;
I call him Saint Dick, because of Christmas’s in the pass;
When he always left a note telling me to kiss his ***;
My stocking is always full but I dare not reach inside of it;
Because every year it is completely full of smelly reindeer ****;
I wrote him many letters but, he will not budge;
For a jolly old soul, he really holds a grudge;
I went to visit him one time and the elves they did scoff;
Santa had them throw me out, and then flip me off;
Each year I say sorry and try to get him to forgive;
All this just because I lased his cookies with a laxative.
Not a creature was stirring, not even my Dad;
The stockings were hung on the fireplace, hung with great care;
In hope that Saint Dick, soon would be there;
I call him Saint Dick, because of Christmas’s in the pass;
When he always left a note telling me to kiss his ***;
My stocking is always full but I dare not reach inside of it;
Because every year it is completely full of smelly reindeer ****;
I wrote him many letters but, he will not budge;
For a jolly old soul, he really holds a grudge;
I went to visit him one time and the elves they did scoff;
Santa had them throw me out, and then flip me off;
Each year I say sorry and try to get him to forgive;
All this just because I lased his cookies with a laxative.