A Christmas Poem

Dec 26, 2007 23:14

AntiClaus

He doesn't come welcome to your house;
He doesn't bring any presents.
He doesn't shake like a bowl full of jelly;
He doesn't herd reindeer as livestock.

He doesn't wear a red suit; he wears all black.
He doesn't have a red cap; he has a ski mask.
He doesn't come in through the chimney; he breaks in through the garage.
He doesn't drive a flying sleigh; he drives an old black van.
He doesn't want your milk and cookies; he wants Mom's jewelry and Dad's wallet.
He doesn't get a special mention during the weather report; he gets a spot on America's Most Wanted

He does carry a bag full of presents; they're yours that he's taking out the door.
He does know who's been naughty or nice; he goes through all your personal effects.
He does wish you a Merry Christmas; it increases the size of his loot.

If he ever comes into contact with Santa Claus, he annihilates the Christmas spirit.
He is AntiClaus.
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