Comrades, as this is my last report before Christmas, I would like to tell you my favorite Christmas poem.
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
By Al Bundy
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
No food was a stirrin’. Not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung round dad’s neck like a tie,
Along with a note that said, “Presents – or die!”
But this year dad had money in the bank.
But the bank closed up early. Now dad’s in the tank.
When all of a sudden Santa appeared
With a sneer on his face and booze in his beard!
“Santa,” I said as he laughed merrily.
“You do so much for others. Do something for me!”
“Bundy,” he said. “You only sell shoes.
Your son is a sneak thief, your daughter’s a flooz!”
“Ho-ho!” Santa said. “Shall I mention your wife?
Her hair’s like an A-bomb, her nails like a knife!”
As he turned to leave, that fat piece of dung,
He mooned me two times and stuck out his tongue.
And I heard him exclaim as he broke wind with glee,
“You’re Married: With Children. You’ll never be free!”
Have a safe and happy Christmas and please be responsible. Don’t drink and drive. You can’t help the cause if you’re dead or rotting in jail. Hail Victory!
American Nazi Party