‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through our house
any bastards that stirred were soon as dead as the mouse.
The claymores were hung on the perimeter with care,
in hopes that the bastards soon would be out there;
when out on the lawn the night did it shatter,
as NLaws turned people from men into matter,
With the line now being breached, a decision was reached
They sprung to their sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle
I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all, war is just sh*te.
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Last edited by NutLoose; 20th Dec 2022 at 14:46.