The night that I killed Santa Claus...

It came upon a Xmas eve, that Santa came to town…
He popped into my chimney, and gingerly he came down
With milk and cookies waiting for him, on the kitchen table
When it came to Santa eating, he was willing and was able

In the distance I hear some footsteps, tis the middle of the night….
Cautiously I creep downstairs, receiving quite the fright
A holly jolly Santa Claus, as real as he could be…
Letting out a HO HO HO, and looking right at me.

I said, “Hey there Santa, I’m so happy that you came…
I have a bone to pick with you” …followed by,
“There’s something I must explain.”

“I’m really mad at you Santa
For I’ve been a good for years
But every time I ask for shit
Its like there’s rocks between your ears”

“I want an xbox 36o Santa
With a HD DVD player
So I can play my favorite game
Halo 3 and rock out team slayer”

He chuckles at me, and says “don’t worry son,
Good ole Saint Nick wont let ya down”
He then reaches into his sack,
Soon after I began to frown.

All I know is he didn’t pull out an xbox
I went beserk, engulfed in rage
I ran out to the backyard shed
And got my dads 12 gage!

I said, "ALRIGHT SANTA, you red and white sack of shit
I TOLD YOU WHAT I WANTED and again I get Gypped"
Old fat man pleaded for his life, “Please…you cant kill jolly Saint Nick”
This is true I thought to myself, so I shot him in the dick.

I had only wanted to remove the head
To make a serious point….
That went it comes to my 36o
I’m ready to burn down the joint

The night that I killed Santa Claus, he died from loss of blood.
Let this be a warning to his replacement
NO XBOX 36o…YOU’LL DIE TOO, BUD!

Big Mouth.