by Chad Yarbrough

Created on: November 27, 2008

T'was the night before Christmas? More like two months

You've written eight times, and not thanked me once.

They all start the same, telling how good you've been

A perfect little angel, not one single sin.

Then comes the list filled with all of those toys

Usually reserved for good girls and boys.

A Wii? An iPhone? A brand new guitar?

Just who in the world do you think you are?

The list gets much longer, so much you desire

Just skimming it makes my blood pressure higher.

Then, after that, you actually say

You'll leave milk and cookies on Christmas day.

In all the years I've been coming here

Not one single morsel for me or the deer.

Ol' Santa knows who's been bad or good

And you're worst of all in your neighborhood.

No creature was stirring for you killed the mouse.

I'm thinking, this year I'll just skip your house

Maybe next time you'll think about things.

More likely you'll steal those five golden rings.

You've taken the jolly right out of Saint Nick

I actually think that I'll call in sick

Maybe the Mrs. will make me some cider

And let me get warm and snuggle beside her

Yep, I'll stay home and sit by the fire

You've helped me to see that it's time to retire.

No more long hours in blinding snow

I'll tell all the elves that they've been let go.

Things will be tough for a whole lot of kids

I hope you are proud of what you did.

Just a little gratitude, its not hard to do.

On second thought I should thank YOU

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