T’was the night before Christmas - Old Santa was pissed. 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 ass for ■■■■ near a year. Instead of “Thanks Santa” - what do
I hear? The old lady nags '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**holes
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 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 ass 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!
Signed, St. Nick
Rev:elderly:
Very funny - I just sent it to the lady working beside me, she had a pretty good laugh to 