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I'll handle the bad ones.

 

T~L

Deal! I'll do reindeer bombings.

You and your accursed staff name changes.

 

Of course I've been good. I'm going to Brick-Con (and you aren't ) in a week, right?

If you're not good, you'll find coal in your suitcase.

Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys

For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys

When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death

Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath

From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo

Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo

And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye

"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"

 

The night Santa went crazy

The night Saint Nick went insane

Realized he'd been getting a raw deal

Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain

 

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it

Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet

And he tied up his helpers, and he held the elves hostage

And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage

He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger

And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger

And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen

And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"

 

The night Santa went crazy

The night Kris Kringle went nuts

Now, ya can't hardly walk around the North Pole

Without steppin' in reindeer guts

 

There's the National Guard and the FBI

There's a van from the Eyewitness News

In a helicopter circlin' 'round in the sky

And the bullets are flying the body count's rising

And everyone’s dying to know -"Oh Santa, why?"

My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.

 

Yes Virginia, now Santa's doing time

In a federal prison for his infamous crime

Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears

He'll be out on good behaviour in seven hundred more years.

 

But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous

And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service

And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night

With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights.

They talk about

 

The night Santa went crazy

The night Saint Nicholas flipped

Broke his back for some milk and cookies

Sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped

 

Whoa, the night Santa went crazy

The night Saint Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain

Whoa, somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain

Tell ya, somethin' finally must've snapped in his brain.

If you're not good, you'll find coal in your suitcase.

 

I could use this.

if you mean by shooting up the neighborhood with a paintball gun then yes (joking)

I don't know what to say.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*points and laughs*

ET's name is better!

 

~AW

I don't believe in you.

 

~EW~

Boooooooooooooooo!

 

(Interrupting Super Mario, anyone?)

 

Super Neya Out.