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T'was the night before Christmas - Old Santa was
pi**ed.
He cussed 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 a*s for da*n near a year.
Instead of "Thanks Santa" - what do I hear?
The old lady bit**es 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 a*sholes from IRS sent me a letter.
They say I owe taxes - if that ain't da*n funny.
Who the hell ever sent Santa Claus any money?
And the kids these days - they all are the pits.
They want the impossible ....Those mean little
sh*ts.
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 a*s 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! >>
