The Death of Santa Claus - Vee Bdosa's Blog

      THE DEATH OF SANTA CLAUS
I was there, I seen it, hiding behind a trash bin
when this super charged sleigh
pulled by a bunch of doped up reindeer
crash landed.
Nobody was hurt.
But there would still be pain.

It came when this fat guy jujmped out of the sleigh
toting a bag of goodies and stuff'
because he knew where
he had trash landed.

Southside Chicaga. It was Xmas eve
and that is why it all had to come to an end.
Because he still called it Xmas.

I tried to get my cell phone video taping
but the battery gave out.
So I have no proof of what I am about to tell
You just gots to take my word for it
but when your kiddees gets no toys in just
a few weeks,
you will believe. You will be a believer.

Suddenly 18 tough guys toting assult weapons
came out of the dark of a Chicago alley,
where it is darker than anywhere.
That is why they call it the Dark Hole
but NASA still cannot find it.

Across the street, a coupla dozen rejects from Chicaga,
led by an old wrinkle faced Halloween witch
from Harlem driving a
surplus Sherman tank.

When these opposing gangs saw that fat guy
holding a toy assult weapon,
they all stopped.

"Whatnhell you doin in dis dark part of town, you
old fart? Ain't no white jolly allowed here!"

Everybody laughed, and even all the old boy could say
was "Ho? Ho? Ho?"

So everybody started shooting their assult weapons
and Granny Bitchy Witchy blasted the lead reindeers nose out.

Every one of them guys hit
the old geezer so there was so many holes in him
that even allah the elfs at the North pole
could never put him totgether.

Granny Cranky got on her broom and sweeped what was
left right in the trash bin I was hiding behind.

"Heh Hah Hah cackle giggle laught sneer,"
the old witche shouted.. " There ain't NO Santa Claus."

Suddenly everybody else started shooting
everyone else until only Granny was left hiding
in her surpluis Sherman tank.

She got out and, grinning because 2 major Chicago gangs

had sel destructed, she grabbed allah the toys from the sleigh
and took them back to Harlem and gave to her
great grand kiddees.

They all gathered around their nativity at
Granny's house, and sang praise to Baby Jesus
all day long Christmas Day.

God sure works in mysterious ways.
© ron wilson arbuthnot