Out of all the stories you hear about jolly old saint nick are wrong. In case you didn’t know Saint Nick is what most people will call a pervert. He watches you while your sleeping and he knows when your awake (likely to find his time to run away with all his pictures) and he knows when you’ve been bad or good, naughty or nice. And haven’t you wondered why we get gifts from the guy, well ill tell you why…its because even if he watches us and we don’t know it he is paying us off for being his grand amusement. I for one feel the sadness of it all. I feel that Santa claws should know his place. Or better yet give us better toys. He thinks that we will be happy when we receive them, and we are, at least until it brakes then we all grab torches. Forget about dreaming of sugarplums, now he has the kids dreaming of ways to kill him. You notice how the kids are so much better behaved around Christmas time, they only act that way cause they know that its no fun playing with coal, its messy. They make up songs for him, yet do we ever hear him make a song about us, no if he did it would probably be about how he rules out emotions. I could think of something better. That would be a good one to sing…
Jingle bells, we’re under Santa’s spells
His elves are playing games
Humans get a cold, as they grow old
And Santa wrights the names
Santa’s wife bakes all night
While her husband plays with toys
They will brake, but he don’t care
Cause there for girls and boys
Oh he’ll come dashing through the snow, in his big red toy filled sleigh
Running over kids, calling all them gay, Ha Ha Ha
He’ll deliver toys, making there spirits bright, OH
What fun it is to laugh at kids as they brake them in the night, cause
Jingle bells, we’re going to hell
Fallowing all his rules
He’s got everyone possessed
From work and from schools
Forget about fairness
He cancels some kids out
If you want Santa dead
Let’s grab guns and take the f*****t out
His elves are playing games
Humans get a cold, as they grow old
And Santa wrights the names
Santa’s wife bakes all night
While her husband plays with toys
They will brake, but he don’t care
Cause there for girls and boys
Oh he’ll come dashing through the snow, in his big red toy filled sleigh
Running over kids, calling all them gay, Ha Ha Ha
He’ll deliver toys, making there spirits bright, OH
What fun it is to laugh at kids as they brake them in the night, cause
Jingle bells, we’re going to hell
Fallowing all his rules
He’s got everyone possessed
From work and from schools
Forget about fairness
He cancels some kids out
If you want Santa dead
Let’s grab guns and take the f*****t out
Ya well I could go on only It may take a while I feel this is enough for you to read. I hope you all learned a lesson. To prevent Santa from watching you, put alarms in your house. If that doesn’t work sleep with pepper spray.
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