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A BAD BOYS CHRISTMAS
it was the night before Christmas. and all in my house.everyone was sleeping even my pet mouse.i was laying in bed a grin on my face.waiting to here the yells and screams.he would make.the year before i was bad all year.i did not want much hardly nothing at all .just a big box of legos and a brand new ball. but i did not get a present at all last year. i vowed never again would this happen to me .next year i will set traps i will get him you see. so i placed the bear trap in the chimney with care. in hopes that ST NICK would soon be there.so i rigged all the stockings to give him a shock.put his ex-lax cookies on a plate with glee.then laced his milk with castor oil you see. then it happened i heard a bone snap.he yelled out in pain .but a weird thing happened on the way to see .Santa,s voice sounded familiar to me. for it was not Santa it was my dad . and before i could stop her before i could speak my mother was blown right off her feet.she lay on the floor my stocking in hand.her hair was all standing on end . grandma was sitting in my dads favorite chair mouth hanging open all she could do was stare. she ate all the cookies god bless her heart she drank all the milk then let a big fart.her eye started twitching she wiggled and gowned then all at once .she ran for the throne .she all most made it god bless her heart .but all it took was one more fart. there was a brown trail from the chair down the hall..but there is a lesson here for us all .if you don t get a present do not do what i done or you will be cleaning up crap for a month....merry Christmas
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