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Twas the night befors xmas ..............politicaly correct version

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By (user no longer on site) OP     over a year ago

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...

How to live in a world that's politically correct?

His workers no longer would answer to "Elves",

"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.

And labor conditions at the north pole

Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,

Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.

And equal employment had made it quite clear

That Santa had better not use just reindeer.

So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,

Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;

The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.

And people had started to call for the cops

When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.

His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,

Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose

And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,

Demanding millions in over-due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,

Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,

Demanding from now on her title was Ms.

And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion

That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,

Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.

Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.

Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.

Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.

Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.

Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.

Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.

And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,

Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

For they raised the hackles of those psychological

Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;

Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.

Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;

And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;

He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,

But you've got to be careful with that word today.

His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;

Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might

Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,

Each group of people, every religion;

Every ethnicity, every hue,

Everyone, everywhere...even you.

So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...

"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

Fank yooo, liked that!

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago


"Fank yooo, liked that!"

omg its stacie

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

wow

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By (user no longer on site)  over a year ago

t'was 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'd 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 Great British soldier

was this the hero

of whom I'd just read?

curled up on a poncho,

the floor for a bed

I realised the families

that I saw this night

owed their lives to these soldiers

who were willing to fight

soon around the world

the children would play

and grown-ups 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 but 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 soon 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 honour

so willing to fight

then the soldier rolled over

and with a voice soft and pure

whispered, "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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