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Morning of Christmas
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Morning of Christmas |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
Just thought I would throw this in to see if anyone was awake! ---- Morning of Christmas It’s the morning of Christmas, and why can't I sleep? It’s the dancing on my roof of little reindeer feet. I wonder if it's the season to fill my freezer with meat A tender reindeer steak would be good Christmas treat! It is four am and I don't mean to be cranky and rude However, my elfish nature has turned into PMS Scrooge "Bah, Humbug", I say with snotty, sarcastic disdain Those damn reindeer can’t dance! They really should train! Their clacking is annoying and there is some flashing red light It's that damn Rudolph, and I got him in my gun sites I can bag him, and skin him and wrap up like a pretty gift If I roast him up for dinner, I wonder who will be miffed. Oh, Santa, come here and see the nice cookies I left you If I you don’t like them you can have some hot reindeer stew! … Alison [This message has been edited by aziza (05-20-2007 03:33 AM).] |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"Mommy, my friend said that Santa nd reindeer are not true". "why there is poem about them at midnight?" "mommy, it is dream. sleep walking poem dream" |
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