T'was the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed He yelled at 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 backside for darn near a year Instead of "Thanks Santa" - what do I hear The old lady complains 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 jerks from IRS sent me a letter They say I owe taxes - if that ain't darn funny Who the heck ever sent Santa Claus any money And the kids these days - they all are the pits They want the impossible ...Those mean little brats I spent a whole year making wagons and sleds Assembling dolls...Their arms, legs and heads I made a ton of yoyo's - No request for them They want computers and robots...they think I'm IBM 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 backside 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! Compliments of my father-in-law. Christopher Pruitt _______________________________________________________________________________ UNSUBSCRIBE or access ARSlist Archives at www.arslist.org attend wwrug11 www.wwrug.com ARSList: "Where the Answers Are"
