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Twas The Night Before Christmas


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>twas The Night Before Christmas, He Lived All Alone,

>in A One Bedroom House Made Of Plaster And Stone.

>

>i Had Come Down The Chimney With Presents To Give,

>and To See Just Who In This Home Did Live.

>

>i Looked All About, A Strange Sight I Did See,

>no Tinsel, No Presents, Not Even A Tree.

>

>no Stocking By Mantle, Just Boots Filled With Sand,

>on The Wall Hung Pictures Of Far Distant Lands.

>

>with Medals And Badges, Awards Of All Kinds,

>a Sober Thought Came Through My Mind.

>

>for This House Was Different, It Was Dark And Dreary,

>i Found The Home Of A Soldier, Once I Could See Clearly.

>

>the Soldier Lay Sleeping, Silent, Alone,

>curled Up On The Floor In This One Bedroom Home.

>

>the Face Was So Gentle, The Room In Such Disorder,

>not How I Pictured A United States Soldier.

>

>was This The Hero Of Whom I'd Just Read?

>curled Up On A Poncho, The Floor For A Bed?

>

>i Realized The Families That I Saw This Night,

>owed Their Lives To These Soldiers

>who Were Willing To Fight.

>

>soon Round The World, The Children Would Play,

>and Grownups Would Celebrate A Bright Christmas Day.

>

>they All Enjoyed Freedom Each Month Of The Year,

>because Of The Soldiers, Like The One Lying Here.

>

>i Couldn't Help Wonder How Many Lay Alone,

>on A Cold Christmas Eve In A Land Far From Home.

>

>the Very Thought Brought A Tear To My Eye,

>i Dropped To My Knees And Started To Cry.

>

>the Soldier Awakened And I Heard A Rough Voice,

>"santa Don't Cry, This Life Is My Choice;

>

>i Fight For Freedom, I Don't Ask For More,

>my Life Is My God, My Country, My Corps."

>

>the Soldier Rolled Over And Drifted To Sleep,

>i Couldn't Control It, I Continued To Weep.

>

>i Kept Watch For Hours, So Silent And Still

>and We Both Shivered From The Cold Night's Chill.

>

>i Didn't Want To Leave On That Cold, Dark, Night,

>this Guardian Of Honor So Willing To Fight.

>

>then The Soldier Rolled Over, With A Voice Soft And Pure,

>whspered, "carry On Santa, It's Christmas Day, All Is Secure."

>

>one Look At My Watch, And I Knew He Was Right.

>"merry Christmas My Friend, And To All A Good Night."

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Twas the night before twistmas

And all through the house

We had guns and money around

Layin' on the couch

Was dressed with black jewelry this time

Mmmmmm, c'mon

Twas the first night of Chanuka,

And all Jewish blocks

Were celebrating

With Bagles and lox.

Fkorne spins his dradel

Oh watch him spin,

All while they anticipate

Fiddler on The Roof to begin.

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twas the night before christmas and I was drunk on the couch

the ol' lady was bitchin' so I punched her in the mouth

The kids started crying and I whipped out my belt

The wrath of ol' dad was what they felt.

The cops at the front door and the gun in my hand

I pistol whipped the bitch; then sent her to neverland

The kids were fucking screaming at the top of thier lungs

I cold-cocked the youngest and filled the oldest with slugs

The cops came in shooting up the house

I grabbed the youngest and in gasoline I doused

I lit him up like the family tree

He burned all crispy; like a 2 piece with a B.

Christmas was ruined by the naggin' wife

That bitch fucked up everything, including my life

Now the kids are all gone, and I'm off to jail

But I'll see you by New Years with a good lawyer and bail.

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twas the night before christmas at the Epstien home

fknorne was crying - he was all alone

His friends are all christian and believe in santa clause

He's just a jew boy, a religion with no cause

The menorah was burning with eight candles lit

He held His gay ass jew dradle, by his little jew finger tip

No signs of baby jesus, no presents, no tree

He cried out in jew horror, "the fat man won't come see me!"

He jumped to his feet and threw off his yarmulke

And converted to Christian and said "Fuck Chanuka!"

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twas the night before christmas at the Epstien home

fknorne was crying - he was all alone

His friends are all christian and believe in santa clause

He's just a jew boy, a religion with no cause

The menorah was burning with eight candles lit

He held His gay ass jew dradle, by his little jew finger tip

No signs of baby jesus, no presents, no tree

He cried out in jew horror, "the fat man won't come see me!"

He jumped to his feet and threw off his yarmulke

And converted to Christian and said "Fuck Chanuka!"

:nono:

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'Twas the night before Thanksgiving

> and all through the kitchen;

> I was cooking and baking

> and moanin' and _itchin'.

> I've been here for hours,

> I can't stop to rest,

> This place is a disaster,

> just look at this mess!

> Tomorrow I've got

> thirty people to feed,

> They expect all the trimmings,

> who cares what I need!

> My feet are both blistered,

> I've got cramps in my legs,

> The dog just knocked over

> a bowl full of eggs,

> There's a knock at the door

> and the telephone's ringing;

> Frosting drips on the counter

> as the microwave's dinging,

> Two pies in the oven,

> dessert's almost done;

> My cookbook is soiled

> with butter and crumbs.

> I've had all I can stand,

> I can't take anymore;

> Then in walks my husband,

> spilling rum on the floor.

> He heaves and he wobbles,

> his balance unsteady;

> Then grins as he chuckles

> "The eggnog is ready!"

> He looks all around and

> with total regret,

> Say's "What's takin' so long?

> aren't you through in here yet?"

> As quick as a flash

> I reach for a knife;

> He loses an earlobe;

> I wanted his life!

> He flees from the room

> in terror and pain,

> and screams "MY GOSH WOMAN,

> YOU'RE GOING INSANE!"

> Now what was I doing,

> and what is that smell?

> Oh, GOSH, it's the pies!

> They're all black

> right down to the shell!

> I hate to admit

> when I make a mistake,

> But I put them on BROIL

> instead of on BAKE.

> What else can go wrong?

> Is there still more ahead?

> If this is good living,

> I'd rather be dead.

> Lord, don't get me wrong,

> I love holidays;

> They just leave me exhausted,

> all shaky and dazed.

> But I promise you one thing,

> if I live 'til next year,

> You won't find me

> pulling my hair out in here.

> I'll hire a maid, a cook, and a waiter;

> And if that doesn't work,

> I'LL HAVE IT ALL CATERED!

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