2nd Annual SEOPS Night Before Christmas
Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 10:34 pm
or "How the Moose Stole Christmas"
It happenned most like this except for a couple wise cracks
Burg Grad will back me up. He knows them artifacts.
Twas the night before Christmas for Sig and Mustangmama
Who were still warm and fuzzy on the Koolaid of Obama.
Brutus' stockings were hung by his chimney with care
While Your Tiger Bait wished he was hung somewhere.
Mom1 and Dukiees were tossing and awake at their places.
With 'Oil of Palin' beauty creme splashed on their faces.
OAB36 DD was at home clinging to her guns.
Waiting for her hubby to get over his runs.
Boonedawg was snoring but turning on the slabs.
It's hard to lie still when you caught all those crabs.
When outside their bedroom there arose such a clatter.
That Abuck sent a pal
to see what was the matter.
Away to the window Army raced straight along.
With fairylike quickness in his nightcap and thong.
His moon on the crest of the new fallen snow.
Cast a shadow, and large, of his butt. Ho, ho, ho.
"It's a sled and some reindeer, I hear Rudolph bleating."
"A robe and a hood, must be Kantucky their meeting."
"Get the heck off my land, and don't unload that gear."
"I can handle these tresspassers, go back to sleep dear."
He was huffing and puffing, and in need of a blow.
Santa made a beeline for the home of FIDO.
"On Donner, on Cupid, and cover your butt Clarence."
"You might end up mounted, this county be Lawrence."
He had a chubby looking face and a hitch in his gait.
I was guessing Focused, but perhaps Tiger Bait.
He whistled as he worked, and he worked all alone.
While his rig was parked in the handicapped zone.
He left a razor, a sword, an electric chair with a lever.
For Fuzzhead and for Newlex and for Gahs forever.
A Louisville slugger for 2Old, for Grndma1 a goose.
Some lubriderm and doubleseam britches for moose.
A treadmill and a double wide mirror for Tobias.
Less burden for the faithful and more for the pious.
Chains to pull NYbuckeye from the intelligence ditch.
A male beagle for Ozzie, and BOO got the batch.
Front row for Tigertown, cheap seats for the Pfloyds.
Boxers and Preparation H for Kommisar and his roids.
A cambow for Mercer, for Mustangmama a $50,000 gown.
Some blue pills for that problem that haunts Hammerdown.
Underarmour for Oakhill, underachiever wear for Peake.
Vanilla Lace so that Tigertown can muffle that squeak.
A little less Bush for Sig, and that Hillary doll for Chiefsoccers.
Ohio State doors for Rhiannon, for Burg Grad, big knockers.
And you cannot forget this, the most needed of the plan.
An inflatable mute woman who works. For NCatholicfan.
He was there for a moment, and to glimpse him was lucky.
He was flawless and perfect. He just had to be Kantucky.
Then I heard him exclaim, and I think I heard right.
Nothing for those bastoids on the JJ Huddle site.
It happenned most like this except for a couple wise cracks
Burg Grad will back me up. He knows them artifacts.
Twas the night before Christmas for Sig and Mustangmama
Who were still warm and fuzzy on the Koolaid of Obama.
Brutus' stockings were hung by his chimney with care
While Your Tiger Bait wished he was hung somewhere.
Mom1 and Dukiees were tossing and awake at their places.
With 'Oil of Palin' beauty creme splashed on their faces.
OAB36 DD was at home clinging to her guns.
Waiting for her hubby to get over his runs.
Boonedawg was snoring but turning on the slabs.
It's hard to lie still when you caught all those crabs.
When outside their bedroom there arose such a clatter.
That Abuck sent a pal

Away to the window Army raced straight along.
With fairylike quickness in his nightcap and thong.
His moon on the crest of the new fallen snow.
Cast a shadow, and large, of his butt. Ho, ho, ho.
"It's a sled and some reindeer, I hear Rudolph bleating."
"A robe and a hood, must be Kantucky their meeting."
"Get the heck off my land, and don't unload that gear."
"I can handle these tresspassers, go back to sleep dear."
He was huffing and puffing, and in need of a blow.
Santa made a beeline for the home of FIDO.
"On Donner, on Cupid, and cover your butt Clarence."
"You might end up mounted, this county be Lawrence."
He had a chubby looking face and a hitch in his gait.
I was guessing Focused, but perhaps Tiger Bait.
He whistled as he worked, and he worked all alone.
While his rig was parked in the handicapped zone.
He left a razor, a sword, an electric chair with a lever.
For Fuzzhead and for Newlex and for Gahs forever.
A Louisville slugger for 2Old, for Grndma1 a goose.
Some lubriderm and doubleseam britches for moose.
A treadmill and a double wide mirror for Tobias.
Less burden for the faithful and more for the pious.
Chains to pull NYbuckeye from the intelligence ditch.
A male beagle for Ozzie, and BOO got the batch.
Front row for Tigertown, cheap seats for the Pfloyds.
Boxers and Preparation H for Kommisar and his roids.
A cambow for Mercer, for Mustangmama a $50,000 gown.
Some blue pills for that problem that haunts Hammerdown.
Underarmour for Oakhill, underachiever wear for Peake.
Vanilla Lace so that Tigertown can muffle that squeak.
A little less Bush for Sig, and that Hillary doll for Chiefsoccers.
Ohio State doors for Rhiannon, for Burg Grad, big knockers.
And you cannot forget this, the most needed of the plan.
An inflatable mute woman who works. For NCatholicfan.
He was there for a moment, and to glimpse him was lucky.
He was flawless and perfect. He just had to be Kantucky.
Then I heard him exclaim, and I think I heard right.
Nothing for those bastoids on the JJ Huddle site.