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Posted on 12/17/2004 9:22:34 AM PST by dubyaweluvya

The Night Before Solstice

Twas the night before solstice and all through the co-op Not a creature was messing the calm status quo up. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, Dreaming of lentils and warm whole-grain breads.

We'd welcomed the winter that day after school By dancing and drumming and burning the Yule, A more meaningful gesture to honor the planet Than buying more trinkets for Mom or Aunt Janet,

Or choosing a tree just to murder and stump it And deck it all out like a seasonal strumpet. My spouse and I, having turned down the heat, Slipped under the covers for some well-deserved sleep,

When from out on the lawn there came such a roar I slipped from my futon and rolled to the floor. I crawled to the window and pulled back the latch, And muttered, "Aw, where is that Neighborhood Watch?"

I saw there below through the murk of the night A sleigh and eight reindeer, challenged of height. At the reins of that sleigh sat a mean-hearted knave Who treated each deer like some personal slave.

I'd seen him before in some ads for car loans, Plus fast food, soft drinks and cellular car phones. He must have cashed in from these mercantile chores, Since self-satisfaction just oozed from his pores.

He called each by name, as if 'twere his right To treat them like chattel enhancing his might: "Now Donner, now Blitzen," and other such aliases, Showing his true Euro-centrical biases.

With a snap of his fingers away they all flew, Like Democrats served up brie or tofu. Up to the rooftop they carried the sleigh (The damage to my shingles is there to this day).

Out bounded the man, who went straight to the flue. I knew in an instant just what I should do. After donning my slippers, downstairs did I dash To see this trespasser emerge from the ash.

His clothes were all covered with soot, well of course, From our wood-fueled alternative energy source. Through the grime I distinguished the make of his duds-- He was trimmed all in fur, fairly dripping with blood!

"We're a cruelty-free house!" I proclaimed with such heat He was startled and tripped on the logs at his feet. He stood back up dazed, but with mirth in his eyes. It was then that I noticed his unhealthy size.

He was almost as wide as when standing erect, A lover of fatty fried foods, I suspect. But that wasn't all to make sane persons choke: In his teeth sat a pipe that was belching out smoke!

I could scarcely believe what had invaded our house-- This carcinogenic and overweight louse Was so red in the face from his energy spent, I expected a coronary right there and then.

Behind him he toted a red velvet bag Full to exploding with sinister swag. He asked, "Where is your tree?" with a face somewhat long. I said, "Out in the yard, which is where it belongs."

"But where will I put all the presents I've brought?" I looked at him squarely and said, "Take the whole lot To some frivolous people who think that they need To succumb to the sickness of commerce and greed,

Whose only joy comes from the act of consuming, Thus sending the value of retail stocks booming." He blinked and said, "Ho, ho, ho! But you're kidding." I gave him a stare that was stern and forbidding.

"Surely children need something with which to have fun? Or it's like childhood's over before it's begun." He looked in my eyes for some sign of assent, But I strengthened my will and refused to relent.

"They have plenty of fun," I cut to the gist, "And your mindless distractions have never been missed. They take CPR so that they can save lives, And they go door-to-door on used clothing drives.

They recycle, renew, reuse and reveal For saving the planet's a laudable zeal. When they padlock themselves to a fence to protest Against nuclear power, we think they're the best."

He said, "But they're children--lo, when do they play?" I countered, "Is that why you've come in your sleigh, "To bring joy to the hearts of each child and tot? All right, open your bag; let's see what you've got."

He sheepishly did as I'd asked and behold! A Malibu Barbie in a skirt of gold. "You think that my girls will like playing with this, An icon of sexist, consumerist kitsch?

With its unnat'ral figure and airheaded grin, This trollop makes every girl yearn to be thin, And take up fad diets, bingeing and purging Instead of respecting her own body's urging

To welcome the shape that her body has found And rejoice to be lanky, short, skinny or round." Deep from his satchel he produced up a toy, Saying, "This is a hit with most every boy."

And what did he put in my trembling hand But a gun from the BrainBlaster Power Command! "It's a 'hit,' to be sure," I sneered in his face, "And a plague and a pox on the whole human race!

How 'bout grenades or some working bazookas To turn all of our kids into half-wit palookas?" I seized on his bag just to see for myself The filth being spread by this odious elf.

An Easy-Bake Oven--ah, goddess, what perfidy! To hoodwink young girls into household captivity! Plus an archer play set with shafts that fly out, The very thing to put a child's eye out.

And toy metal tractors, steam shovels and cranes For destroying woodlands and scarring the plains, Plus "games" like Monop'ly, Pay Day, Tycoon, As if lessons in greed can't start up too soon.

And even more weapons from BrainBlasters Co., Like cannons and nun-chucks and ray guns that glow. That's all I could find in his red velvet sack-- Perverseness and mayhem to set us all back.

"We need none of this," I announced in a huff, "No 'business-as-usual' holiday stuff. "We sow in our offspring more virtue than this. Your goods are things that they'll never miss."

The big man's expression was a trifle bereaved As he shouldered his pack and got ready to leave. "I pity the kids who grow up around here, Who're never permitted to be of good cheer,

Who aren't allowed leisure for leisure's own sake, But must fret every minute--it makes my heart ache!" "Enough histrionics! Don't pity our kids If they don't do as Macys or Toys 'R' Us bids.

They live by their principles first and foremost And know what's important," to him I did boast. "Pray, could I meet them?" "Oh no, they're not here. By now, they're on the roof, liberating your deer!"

At that Santa sputtered and pointed his finger But, mad as he was, he had no time to linger. He flew up the chimney like smoke from a fire, And up on the roof I heard voices get higher.

I ran outside the co-op to see him react To my children's responsible, kindhearted act. He chased them away, and disheartened, dismayed, He rehitched his reindeer (who'd docilely stayed).

I watched with delight as he scooted off then; He'd be too embarrassed to come back again. But with parting disdain, do you know what he said, This overweight huckster when he took off in his sled?

This reindeer enslaver, this exploiter of elves? "Happy Christmas to all, but get over yourselves!!"

TOPICS: Culture/Society; Miscellaneous; Political Humor/Cartoons
KEYWORDS: christmas; communism; england; joke; night; pc; santa; solstice; story; twas; uk

1 posted on 12/17/2004 9:22:35 AM PST by dubyaweluvya
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To: dubyaweluvya

Pure genius and comedy gold =^D

2 posted on 12/17/2004 9:24:30 AM PST by Tempest (Click on my name for a long list of press contacts)
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3 posted on 12/17/2004 9:26:07 AM PST by Borges
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4 posted on 12/17/2004 9:35:33 AM PST by The Ghost of FReepers Past (Legislatures are so outdated. If you want real political victory, take your issue to court.)
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To: Borges

I hate to nit pick quality humor. But this one irks me. The reindeer's name is Donder, not Donner. Donder and Blitzen is German for Thunder and Lightning.
p.s. what is the horse's name in Jingle Bells?

5 posted on 12/17/2004 9:39:42 AM PST by massgopguy (massgopguy)
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To: dubyaweluvya

Thanks for sharing! I just found my Christmas greeting to the liberals and atheists on my list.

6 posted on 12/17/2004 9:52:50 AM PST by Rockitz (After all these years, it's still rocket science.)
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7 posted on 12/17/2004 9:57:16 AM PST by upier (Stop Child abuse - Teach your children English!)
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p.s. what is the horse's name in Jingle Bells?

Bob Tail?

8 posted on 12/17/2004 12:38:45 PM PST by Pirate21 (Bush-Cheney-Rice-Rumsfeld -- the awesome foursome)
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My spouse and I,...

Surely, you mean "My domestic partner and I", don't you?

9 posted on 12/17/2004 12:40:27 PM PST by jalisco555 ("The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity." W. B. Yeats)
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To: dubyaweluvya

Sounds a lot like "Larry the Cable Guy"

10 posted on 12/17/2004 3:13:07 PM PST by itsahoot (There are some things more painful than the truth, but I can't think of them.)
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11 posted on 12/17/2004 8:58:42 PM PST by cartoonistx
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Twas the month before Christmas*

Twas the month before Christmas
*When all through our land,*
*Not a Christian was praying*
*Nor taking a stand.*
*See the PC Police had taken away,*
*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*
*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*
*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*
*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*
* December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.*

*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*
*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*
*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*
*Something was changing, something quite odd! *
*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*
*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.*
*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*
* At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.*
*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*
*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*
*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*
*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*

*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*
*On Boxer, Obama, Pelosi and Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !*
*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*
*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*
*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*
* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*
*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*
*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*
*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'*
*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*
*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*
*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS , not Happy Holiday !*

Please, all Christians join together and wish everyone you meet during the holidays a MERRY CHRISTMAS Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season! If you agree good for you, if not, go pound sand!.

12 posted on 12/04/2009 7:03:51 PM PST by WhatNot ( Healthcare Bill-the other man-made object large enough to be seen from outer-space.)
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