It's the night before christmas
and all through the house
no food was a-stirring, not even a mouse.
Stockings were hung around daddys neck like a tie
along with a note that said "presents or die".
Children were plotting all night in their beds
while the wifes constant whining was splitting his head.
But daddy had money this year in the bank
then they closed up early, now dad's in a tank.
All of a sudden, Santa appeared
a sneer on his face, booze in his beard.
"Santa" I said, as he laughed merrily
"you do so much for others, do something for me".
"Bundy" he said, "you only sell shoes.
your son is a sneak thief, you daughter's a flooze.
Ho ho" Santa said, "shall I mention your wife
her hair's like an A-bomb, her nail's like a knife".
And he climbs up the chimney, that fat piece of dung
he mooned me two times, he stuck out his tongue.
And I heard him explain, as he broke wind with glee
"You're married with children, you'll never be free".
Now, who wants to hear about the read-headed grinch, who stole uncle Als life?
Wär' das nicht was für ein Weihnachtsgedicht in der 8. Klasse? ^^
