A total rip-off of a classic Christmas poem - by Burbanmom
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house All the creatures were merry but for one little grouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney in wait, But the grump that was grousing had a major complaint.
“The presents look festive snug under the tree, But I can’t help but notice, there’s not much for me.” Me in my bathrobe, and Dad in his pants, Just stared at her blankly, as she continued her rant. She yelled and screamed and raised such a fuss, And pondered out loud “What’s the matter with US?”. “My friends all have presents and presents galore. There’s not enough here – I hope I get more!”
Dad looked at me, and I looked at Dad. And both of us felt like we’d done something bad. We thought we were doing our child a favor By decreasing the volume of CRAP that we gave her. And we tried to be kind to the planet, in fact - By purchasing things with the smallest impact. We bought mostly local and made our own gifts, We purchased on e-Bay and shopped at the thrifts.
And now our small child was a panicking mess For the lack of Barbie in a sparkly blue dress. “I think that you’re missing the point, little one More is not better, too much is not fun.”
But our darling young sprite would not let it go “Santa will bring more – this I just know.” And I looked at Dad and Dad looked at me And I motioned in silence to meet by the tree
I whispered to him “Maybe she’s right – What if we run out real quick tonight?” “The mall is still open, we could get a few toys Wrap them from Santa and give her some joy”
Dad nodded and said “It WOULD be a shame If she thought Santa shorted her. Ok - I’m game” So after our angel was snug in her bed, I went to the mall, with some ideas in my head.
There wasn’t much parking, the stores were all packed I wondered what on earth these people all lacked? They were grumpy and rude and none of them merry Their arms were loaded down with all the gifts they could carry.
I pushed and I shoved through the throngs in the mall I glared at the shoppers – I hated them all. And I’m not sure how I got caught in this last minute dash But before I knew it – I had spent all my cash.
But I found a Barbie with a convertible car And I got her an EasyBake, a doll and guitar. I kept right on shopping till wee in the night Then I went back home to wrap these delights.
But while I was wrapping things up ever-so-nimbly I heard a strange-something come down through the chimbley. I went to the living room, bat in my hand Ready to pound the crap out of whatever should land Imagine my surprise when out of the flue Stepped a fat guy with a sack – well, I’m sure you know who
“My dear”, said the jolly, fat, elderly elf “Put down the bat and get a hold of yourself. I came to spread cheer, I heard the girl cry And I had to come down to find out just why.”
“Don’t worry Santa, I’ve got it all fixed I went out to the mall and got her more gifts.” I tallied them up – and there’s presents a-plenty When we add yours to these we should have more than twenty! I’ve wrapped them up and they’re snug under the tree, So Christmas is saved, thanks to little ol’ me.”
“You’re wrong” he said as he took off his cap. “Christmas is not about buying them crap Christmas is giving that comes from the heart It’s not some hunk of plastic that came from Shop*Mart”
And with those words, he turned his fat back And pulled one tiny present out of his sack
I looked at him and my jaw dropped a bit “You’re leaving JUST ONE? ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT’S IT?!?!?!” He just gave me a wink and then went to his sleigh And I watched as the old bearded man flew away
But I heard him exclaim, as he rode away fast, "It’s not the presents you count, it’s the blessings, you ass!"