"prancer" poems
"*You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and *****
Comet and cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall?
The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Has a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows.
**All of the other reindeers
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games**
Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
**Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then all the reindeers loved him,
And they all shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-nose Reindeer
You'll go down in history!***"
Why is it that just because he
was asked for help by a celebrity (Santa)
and became associated with this celebrity,
all the other reindeer all of a sudden love him?
Doesn't that mean that the reindeers only love him
because he is now a celebrity
and not him as a reindeer?
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
*Yee hee hee hee haw
ha ha ha ha ha
the old Laughing Santa wished
íFeliz Navidad!
with his eight little reindeers, carrying the sleigh
he came swiftly, flying our way
sleigh bells ringing, whooshing through the snow
his sturdy little reindeers, rushed in a row
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen
they swoosh and crash and dash and scoot
they bolt so fast, and look so cute
children singing and dancing with joy
as he showers some glitters of happiness in sky
It's an occasion of celebration
there's no room for sadness
let's spread the joy by doing
a random act of kindness
Yee hee hee hee haw
ha ha ha ha ha
the old Laughing Santa wished
íFeliz Navidad!*
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
There's Dasher and Dancer
Then Prancer and *****
Comet and Cupid
Then Donner and Blitzen
If you think these are reindeer
Then you would be wrong
And it's not crazy words
In some Christmassy song
See, they are my brothers
Don't anybody laugh
For these are hillbilly names
From Polecat Path
It's a place in the hills
In East Tennesee
On the top of a mountain
As high as can be
Here, Christmas is different
There's no reindeer or sleigh
We use an old covered wagon
It works better that way
We make toys in the smoke house
For most of the year
While smoking our hams
'Til Christmas is near
Then we load up the wagon
With granny on the reins
Her wooden teeth all gummy
With rootbeer stains
Now the wagon is pulled
By my brothers and I
We're plumb tuckered out
'Cause people can't fly
Well, you get the picture
About Christmas in the hills
It's a hillbilly adventure
On wagon wheels
Now there's much more to tell
But it's time to run off
'Cause we're loading the wagon
Your friend, Rudolph
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 8:16 PM UTC
Mr. Santa can I have your reindeer for Christmas
Mr. Santa lend me your reindeer for Christmas
She was only seventeen
When she meant the world to me
So come on Santa please
Lend them to me
So I can see my sweet Louise
Mr. Santa can I have your reindeer for Christmas
Mr. Santa lend me your reindeer for Christmas
She meant the world to me
When she moved to far to see
Now she's living in Miami
So Santa please lend them to me
Lend them to me
Send Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and *****
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen
And just so I can see
Send Rudolph with his red nose PLEASE
Oh, Santa won't you please
Mr. Santa can I have your reindeer for Christmas
Mr. Santa lend me your reindeer for Christmas...
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Twas the last day of school
before a long winter break
Not a student was learning,
they were all munching on cake
The children had tidied,
supplies all snug in their places
With candy cane smiles
lighting up their sweet faces
The artwork was stowed
in their backpacks with care
In the hope that they'd bring
holiday cheer home to share
When outside the portable
there arose such a clatter
Ms. G sprang from the party
to see what was the matter
The class followed her out,
filling up the whole porch
And right out in front of them,
near as a bright as a torch
Rudolph, nose blazing red
through the dark Vancouver rain,
Behind him the reindeer
pulling Santa’s sleigh like a train
Santa jumped out spritely,
red hat bouncing with glee
He waved at the group and
boomed out, "Hello there Ms. G,"
“And Division 14,
all of you good girls and boys.
We’re rehearsing our run
to practice delivering toys”
The reindeer pranced all round,
putting on a fine show
Santa offered his hand and said,
“Come on Ms. G, let’s go,”
“We’ll drop you in Mexico
before we head back,”
Ms. G happily agreed, asking
“do you have time for a snack?”
The class joyfully welcomed
the jolly crew to the party
They delighted in the games
and the food, eating hearty
Too soon it was time
for the guests of honour to go
Santa sprang to his sleigh and
exclaimed, ** ** **
"Now, Rudoph and Dasher!
Dancer, Prancer and *****
Now, Comet! on, Cupid!
On, Donner on Blitzen!
“To the top of the portable
then over the school
To Mexico we go,
to Ms. G’s holiday by the pool.”
And off the sleigh flew
with Ms. G safely strapped in,
Her pink toque a-bobbing,
her face all a-grin
They heard him exclaim,
ere he drove out of sight—
"Happy Holidays to all,
and to all a good night!"
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
The old fire place
was least 90 years old
It came with the cabin as the story unfolds
it was a log cabin with a stone chimney
the chimney ran all the way down in side
Where near was a chair where the bearded man reside
Now as the story is told
The wood was cut and properly stacked
Along side the fire place was a burlap sack
we looked through the window and what did we see
lots of toys and a Christmas tree
dancing elf's were all about
was a huge locomotive train sitting on a track
going around and round click clack
bells were ringing
The angles were singing
Christmas chimes were hanging
there was even a drum set banging
our child eyes were all lit up
as we lean against the window pane,
looking in and seeing the tree filled with candy canes
as the little elf's drank out of Christmas cups
There was Santa loving it so much
wow their getting ready for the Christmas year
** ** ** we heard him say
as his long white beard was white and gray
we have to make the toys
for all the little girls and boys
dancing and prancing running all about
Mrs Clause is in the kitchen hearing her shout
baking cookies
pies and candy canes ties
hair pulled back with her apron on
Singing Christmas songs
The little else was singing along
wrapping presents and filling socks
Near Santa chair hung the Christmas clock
oh how exciting this Christmas year
awaiting for the reindeer to appear
on Christmas eve night that's coming near
Santa string the wood in the old fire place
warming the cabin for the season race
whistling and singing all night long
Christmas eve the reindeer came
Dasher and prancer,
Donne,r and blithesome
Rudolph the famous reindeer of all
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
I do not think much my place upon this earth,
I am second, and you are first,
and when your voice is louder than mine
it is a familiar for me to sink and recline
into my chair, wilful to listen
to your unappealing, witted opinion
and programmed flair -
from which your talent glistens,
and has always been there.
Oh to be part of your vision.
I walk comfortable in high heeled shoes
that inscribe me a waggling soft tongue,
and when your pace is faster than mine
in brogues, and trousers that are looser,
I am simply undone,
at your ease to summon as the prime task-caster
of more tasks to come.
Your achievements are set with a slapped wet plaster.
Oh that you share a crumb.
And when you laugh, it is a big bellied echo
that chimes in my throat to strike and produce,
a small bit of fruit, just for you.
As I mimic your billow in an octave but lower,
that feels like part of the very same tune,
but my chuckle is actually a choke,
and what I could say would only provoke.
Oh you laugh much harder than me.
My almond eyes are softer than yours
and in the day you lock them only for an answer,
to some chore which requires a limited goal -
don’t get me wrong – I am no prancer,
my shoes are far too tight, and I’ve been taking the toll
of your papers, your personal sciv, your faxer.
A sniffing, weezling mole.
Oh I could dig deeper…
You **** much harder than me.
And when you *** you look in the mirror
at yourself in white unbuttoned shirt, heavy brow, so chipper
that when your sun sets it does in a vulvonic decree,
but you do not know that when I go home, I secretly scissor
in a way that would make your morning clippers shake violently.
Oh I love much harder than you,
I am better than you,
but somehow you are better than me.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
It happened one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night
After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept tossing and turning
And all Santa could do was snore
Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head
Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's brassieres
I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer
So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night
Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout
He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail, still dripping wet
Was Santa's long john underwear
I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
Did you happen to notice
That last year Santa's sleigh
Was missing an important
Figure, by the way?
Let's see: Comet and *****
Along with Cupid and Prancer
Were there, and so were Donner,
Dasher, Blitzen, and Dancer.
Which reindeer was missing?
Rudolph? Ah, you guessed it.
The news was out there, but
The media had suppressed it.
(Because of frequent fog,
Santa was being sensible
In counting on dear Rudolph,
Who had become indispensable.)
It all started like this:
On the morning of Christmas Eve,
Rudolph was tired from having
Been on the qui vive
For sneaky present robbers
All the previous night.
By noon, poor ol' Rudolph
Looked a sorry sight.
To perk himself up a bit--
The "where" is still unclear--
He dipped into a little
Too much Christmas "cheer."
Now I don't know about you,
But Rudolph's nose would flicker
Whenever he drank wine
Or any other liquor.
When the team of reindeer
Lined up, Santa could tell
That sleigh-guiding Rudolph
Wasn't doing so well.
Needless to say, Santa
Really got a whiff
When he approached his friend
And took a little sniff.
"I can tell, dear Rudolph,
That you've been making merry.
Did you turn your eggnog
Into a Tom and Jerry?"
"I think--hiccup!--a little,"
Said Rudolph with a blush.
"Go to bed," said Santa.
"We are in a rush."
That night Santa was forced--
Although he felt remorseful--
To use toys with lights
To guide him. How resourceful!
So last year if the batteries
To your toys were run down,
Causing disappointment
And many a tear and frown,
Don't feel so sad.
They went to a good cause:
They helped to distribute
Gifts from Santa Claus.
Regarding this year, I
Don't want to keep you guessin':
Rudolph's back in service.
I think he learned his lesson.
But some say Santa's considering--
Despite objections and moans--
Future gift deliveries
With the use of Amazon's drones.
- by Bob B
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
I'm a rocker
I'm a talker
I'm a walk the walker
I'm a gamer
I'm a player
I'm a rule breaker
I'm a smile faker
I'm a mover and
I'm a shaker
I'm a questioner
I'm a challenger
I'm a game changer
I'm a grain of sand
I'm a past summer of tan
I'm a small helping hand
I'm a shower grammy winner
I'm a everyday sinner
I'm a life beginner
I'm a needer
I'm a pleader
I'm a leader
I'm a living room pj dancer
I'm a wiki search answer
I'm a hallway happy prancer
I am free
I am she
I am me
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
life is a gestation whom due time is like no other
every cramp of it is a question to a hint to an answer
too many ways, paths, hopes and names to consider
umbilical cord is to feed, from reality, thirst and hunger
the embryonic soul and soul ought to suffer or to suffer
shall it ignore ignorance, it will drink thirst and eat hunger
places to materialize in, moments, similitudes to buffer
may it illuminate ignorance, it will eat thirst and drink hunger
questions to answers, labyrinths in mazes, thanks to prancer
pica seeks pleasure whom apogee reality will witness never
but to baby senses ****** is the eternal supposed starter
life is due, life is dead, illusion, O soul here is your answer
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
It happen one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night
After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept tossing and turning
And all Santa could do was snore
Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head
Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's brassieres
I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer
So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night
Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout
He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail, still dripping wet
Was Santa's long john underwear
I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 5:56 PM UTC
O yesterday,
you hold on dear
I, the all you know
Of collages unto kaleidoscopes
Images breathe on their own
Then go they dancing
Whirlwinds and prancing
O dare be what you are
You are you, loving me
All the day are enchanting friends
Who want their Star,
in the Loving sea
She’d be swimmy splashing, laughing
All Loving and power
Seeing you seeing,
my eternal tomorrows
Painting destinies
In breath,
in love all can be
I know I am that I am
And you are knower of all of me
Would I hop upon the mountaintops
And toil the toilings of your depths
Into the night,
you are the consoler of consolidations
Then they are dancing
Whirlwind and prancing
What of this day,
that tomorrow I don’t see
Tis this the time for wooing of me
Where is the love I give by day
That I doubt in the night
By morn she waits
Am I not form imagined as Love
Giving thy Gifts within thee boundless
I am knower of knower,
that Love I am and ever shall be
Where are my echoes,
is there anything real,
in what I think I see
Woe the tree who falls,
they say does not be
Woe her squirrels,
woe is me
Do I,
or shall I live a fantasy
For what of time,
would you behold of me
If Love I’d rather be and see
Through whirlwinds,
and in my Garden,
they’d say I be
Just a day away,
tomorrow I’d be dancer
In love,
thee prancer,
every color of thy need
Who hears drumming,
every Heart weaves
The yellow brick road,
where all Rainbows
are
Singing and dancing,
loving and laughing
All Hearts and Hands
of form of dust, a Glistening sea
Today’s thy day
Emerald City be
With the Courage of one foot in tomorrow
Allow yesterday to be but prophecy
For this is the day the All You Know too Sees All You Need
For I am Rainbow dancer, Whirlwind and Love
Delightful prancer, tomorrows beholder
One who would bid your Love Dream be
One of One and Infinite Sea
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
I woke up on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright
I thought it was a cat burglar or something
Who was trying to steal from me
And I had a 52 inch color television
Under that Christmas tree
So I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could
To try to find me a kinife
But I just couldn't find one anywhere
Remind me to have a talk with my wife
Anyway, I grabbed up the toaster behind the bread
That was sitting on the cabinet shelf
I snuck up behind him, like a ninja in sneakers
And was planning on killing that elf
Of course I didn't know it, at the time it occurred
That the fat man, was old Santa Claus
It wouldn't have mattered to me at the time
Cause he touched my remote with his paws
I almost had him, when I heard this sound
That was coming from my very own kitchen
It was, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen
Those eight tiny reindeer had attacked me
I had hoofprints all over my head
And that's when the fat man in the big red suit
Turned around to me and he said
"I'm just gonna borrow your color tv,
So I can watch the football game"
"The one in my workshop is only 19 inches.
And it's just really too small and lame"
Before I could tell him to forget it buddy
I heard the sound of him slamming my door
Those eight bully reindeer had wrapped me in tinsel
And left me helpless on the livingroom floor
Well, that was the last time I saw him
And my tv was never returned
So make sure you hide your color tv's
Take it from someone who's learned
Apr 15, 2010
Apr 15, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
Friends, I welcome the Season of Christmas with lesser known facts about Rudolph and the other Reindeers who brings Santa loaded with gifts for the children! I have also posted the lyrics of this popular song here below, –Raj Nandy, New Delhi, 01 Dec 2020.
WELCOMING THE CHRISTMAS SEASON WITH -
‘’RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER’’!
A Sad Beginning - With a Popular Melodious Ending:
The original story of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer began in 1939,
With a Jewish Chicago copywriter named Robert May.
May worked in the ad department of Montgomery Ward, a department
store chain,
Which every year purchased and gave away free Christmas coloring books
to children.
In 1939 they decided to create their own brand, and tasked May to
compose about an animal for amusement of children as best as he can.
May did so in August, following the death of his wife due to cancer, with a small daughter Barbara left behind to look after!
Remembering his daughter’s love for deer at the Lincoln Park Zoo, May composed about a little reindeer with a shiny nose.
That year during Christmas Montgomery Ward distributed 2.4 million copies which became very popular!
In 1940, May’s brother-in-law Johnny Marks, a song writer, composed the famous lyric to the legendary song as we know today.
Gene Autry sang the lyrics recording as hit No. I on the US Charts the week of Christmas of 1949 as records say!
Lesson Embedded in the Song:
The other reindeers named Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, ***** Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen,
All bullied the Rudolph, the youngest of them all who had a bright red shining nose, and left him out of all their reindeer games!
But in the true spirit of Christmas, Santa selected Rudolph to lead and guide his sleigh,
Thereby disapproving all types of Racial Discrimination due to one’s Looks!
Now friends read the Lyrics of this legendary song which has been sung by various famous singers like Dean Martin, Nat King Cole etc,
And they are all available on ‘You Tube’ for free listening!
Lyrics of The Famous Song:
“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and *****
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
"Rudolph, with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
"Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
You'll go down in History"
…………………………………………………………………………………………….
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
I am not a number.
I am more.
I'm a rhythm.
A clock, circadian,
A heart beat,
The music inside me.
I am a rhythm.
I am not a score.
I am more.
I'm a movement.
An individual, its
Like a non-religious transcendentalist,
A dancer, prancer,
An accidental fall.
I have a purpose.
I am a movement.
Who are you?
A number?
A score?
An A?
B?
C?
See?
Its not you, its how we were raised to be.
Thirteen years in a structured school
Teaching you only how to earn points
And memorize facts.
But I want to be smart.
An astrophysicist
An anthropologist
A pediatric psychologist
I want to own a home.
Lease a car.
Pay my bills.
Invest my money.
Where do I learn to do all that?
Look into your future,
Inside your dreams.
How do you get there?
How do you find
What seems
To be impossible?
Let me tell you,
Its possible.
Education
Filled with learning,
Filled with ACTUAL learning.
And motivation.
Its a structure,
But its home.
Its a routine,
Its a family.
Its in your head.
You create your setting.
The gloomiest day, with a smile on your face
And you've already become more.
When you want education,
You'll find it.
You'll find it with passionate teachers,
And summer camps,
And clubs
And sports
And, AP stats?
When you push yourself forward,
You'll feel pressure backwards,
But it won't drag you down,
If you don't let it.
It's a choice to make.
You'll be here anyways.
Its that day you walk across that stage
And find the smiles of your peers
And realize that although you're still here,
You're moving forward.
I know that I am more.
Than my 11th grade AP test score.
I know that I am more,
Than my homework,
Than my scars,
Than the number of marks
That are on my arms.
Than my rank,
My GPA,
Or any standardized test I took on a Saturday.
Than the number of hugs that I get when cry,
Or the number of graduates who will say good-bye.
Because at the end of the day
Or right here and right now
Or whatever cliche
I know I can say
I am more.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
The old fool whispers:
“The wind always lies”
His mouth frothing with spit,
Tongue attracting flies.
He pranced around,
As if in a play,
Arms growing towards the ground,
He groped his ***** mottled dress shirt,
Lifting it up to show,
His smirk suggesting a flirt.
In his cloudy gray mind,
He was in an oasis,
Looking on intricate desert, talking to the wind.
The wind,
Wild thief of old,
Wanted to steal the man’s heart of gold,
He wore many faces,
The dancer-prancer, the merchant, the *****
He danced with the old man,
Tying his brain with laces,
The old man was twirling,
Humming a tune,
Laughing as into the water he went.
-Firefly
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
'Tis once again that time of year,
When all the boys and girls feel cheer,
And on the night when St. Nick's near,
They'll stay up late and try to hear,
Ol' Rudolph's hoofs up on their roofs,
And parent's truths do child's mind soothe,
Let Dancer, dance and Prancer, prance,
Give season's greeting just one chance,
So to all Merry Christmas I say,
May joy and laughter fill your day.
Merry Christmas everybody
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I woke up early on Christmas Eve
It was late, in the middle of the night
When I saw him under the Christmas tree
He give me such a terrible fright
I thought it must be a cat burglar
Who was trying to steal from me
And I had a fifty-two inch color television
Under that Christmas tree
So I ran to the kitchen as fast as I could
To try to find me a kinife
But I just couldn't find one anywhere
Remind me to have a talk with my wife
Anyway, I grabbed up the toaster behind the bread
That was sitting on the cabinet shelf
I snuck up behind him, like a ninja in sneakers
And was planning on killing that elf
Of course I didn't know it, at the time it occurred
That the fat man, was old Santa Claus
It wouldn't have mattered to me at all
Cause he touched my remote with his paws
I almost had him, when I heard this sound
That was coming from my very own kitchen
It was, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, *****
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen
Those eight tiny reindeer had attacked me
I had hoofprints all over my head
And that's when the fat man in the big red suit
Turned around to me and said
"I'm just gonna borrow your color tv,
So I can watch the football game"
"The one in my workshop is only nineteen inches,
And it's really too small and lame"
Before I could tell him to forget it buddy
I heard the sound of him slamming my door
Those eight bully reindeer had wrapped me in tinsel
And left me helpless on the livingroom floor
Well, that was the last time I saw him
And my tv was never returned
So make sure you hide your color tv's
Take it from someone who's learned
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:13 AM UTC
It happen one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night
After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept passing gas all night
And all Santa could do was snore
Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head
Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's best brassieres
I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer
So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night
Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout
He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail by the fire
Was Santa's long john underwear
I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 2:42 PM UTC
There's one "special" Holiday, in the **** can I will toss
The Pagan Calibration, of fricking Santa Claus
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If that ****** Bozo, down my chimney tries to come
I’ll blow his *** away, and beat it like a drum
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Then I’ll shoot his Reindeer, I’ll have a jolly feast
Hey Rudolf Dancer Prancer, you will be deceased
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All the Queerass little elves, I’ll blow away as well
And that stinking slay, I will go and sell
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To the North Poll I will go, with an Atom Bomb
500 megatons!! And drop it with aplomb
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December 25th, from the calendar I'll wipe
And all the goody-goody "Good Cheer", and all the Farceass Hype
{If you are getting the notion that I don't like Christmas, you are right! Why? I think it's blasphemous to associate the birth of Christ with a Pagan Holiday} {AND the way it's celebrated !!!}
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
25th of December
Came Christ the redeemer
Emerged the age of Christianity
The largest in the history of humanity
Along rose the Church and the Pope
Jerusalem gave people a new hope
The 12 apostles followed his sign
Spreading the words of Jesus Christ
But good never comes without its parallèle
And it came in the form of Pontius Pilate
30 pieces of silver satisfied Judas
A man's greed killed Jesus
Betrayed but never abandoned
Crucified and yet reformed
Two days passed after that cursed Friday
And he returned on Easter Sunday
Easter came with the Easter bunny
Began the egg hunt, entertaining so many
And then came the best of the best
The festival which cloaked the rest
Jingle bells, reindeers, mistletoe
It won the hearts of both young and old
Began the Christmas fever
T'was delightful for every believer
The quest for the right tree
The perfect gifts for family
Even the children were not left behind
Santa Claus brought their shine
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, ***** Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Made his coming a sight to remember
The lovely winter announced its coming
And spring notified its leaving
The glorious season made everyone gay
The white snow, the one horse open sleigh
Carols made Christmas melodious
The community greetings made it glorious
A holiday Longly waited for
A season always remembered for
Christmas, the time of joy and love
Enjoy this season and await a new year with a fresh beginning and hope...
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 6:49 AM UTC
I don't need no presents
wrapped up underneath the tree
No I don't need no ribbons and bows,
or stockings hanging...
No I don't need no snow
or chestnuts roasting on an open fire
to make it feel like Christmas
I don't need no magical hats
or dancing snowmen
I just need for Santa to please listen
because there's something missing
that my heart only wishes for
while others are dreaming of a white Christmas
you see Santa
I'm dreaming of holding her so close in my arms
so please Santa
I don't ask much
I don't need no presents
wrapped up underneath the tree
I just need someone who I can love
who loves me just the same
No I don't need no ribbons and bows,
I just need someone who I can love this Christmas
I don't need sleigh bells ringing
I don't need no jingle bells jingling
to make it feel like Christmas
No I don't need Dancer and Prancer
and Donner and Blitzen
I just need Rudolf to please listen
there's something that I'm wishing for
to be next her and to make it by this Christmas
I don't need no presents
wrapped up underneath the tree
No I don't need no ribbons and bows,
or stockings hanging...
No I don't need no snow
or chestnuts roasting on an open fire
to make it feel like Christmas
I don't need no magical hats
or dancing snowmen
I just need someone to love me for me
this Christmas
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
My eyes racing from word to word,
I hold in my hands a whole new world.
With these scratches on this page,
Today I'm a spy, tomorrow a mage.
I'm on a journey to the center of the earth,
Then I'm a teen questioning his worth.
I'm a girl suffering from cancer,
Then I'm Santa rushing Prancer.
I'm an assassin on the hunt,
Then a footballer about to punt.
I'm the boy chasing the girl,
Then in 80 days I circle the world.
I'm a man in an iron suit,
Then I'm a death god craving fruit.
Behind these words is where I live,
But believe me, It's a world I would never give.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC