A CHRISTMAS STORY IN RHYME BY A NAUGHTY SANTA

I’ve toiled like a mule for damn near a year,
Instead of ‘Thanks Santa’–what do I hear?
The old lady bitches 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.

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.