lol Cat, ok I can accept that answer, so did you give luneatha back her identity yet?
lol MD, I think I would have to burn down the corn maze if I ever seen a scarecrow like that!!! lol
Luneatha, you leave me with only one response......
(for those of you who are easily offended don't continue reading lol)
I SHOT SANTA (Music by David Blue)
Last Christmas Eve ‘round quarter past midnight
I was asleep in my bed nice and tight
I woke up to a loud crash and a boom
Grabbed my gun and ran to my living room
Stumbled down the stairs, fumbled for the light
Tried to be so brave but was filled with fright
Then saw the thief as he tried to run out
Turned on the light and then let out a shout
(Spoken) That’s when the gun went off…
That’s the year that I shot Santa
I nearly committed Santacide
That’s the year that I shot Santa
I didn’t kill him just wounded his pride
Next thing I’m surrounded by reindeer
Lots of elves, angry elves, they made that real clear
Then down my chimney came Mrs. Clause
I got b***h slapped by one of Rudolf’s paws
God there was Santa, bleeding on my floor
Tiny elf medics coming through my door
They all stared at me; I was filled with dread
What would I do if poor Santa Clause were dead?
(Spoken) That’s when the fat man rose!
-Repeat chorus-
Santa rose and slowly walked t’ward t me
I burst into tears and fell on to one knee
Santa pulled me up and he gave me a hug
I was so sorry that he took a slug
I knew what I did wasn’t very bright
Santa understood and it was all right
But he advised to make Christmas more fun
I just might want to get rid of the gun
(Spoken)
And that’s when I learned the true meaning of Christmas which had nothing to do with gun’s or violence and not really with gifts….but t I’ll take the gifts, if you insist.
That’s the year that I shot Santa
I nearly committed Santacide
That’s the year that I shot Santa
I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him, I didn’t kill him, Just wounded his PRIDE!
Sorry Santa.....
(lol not as creepy as that pic of yours but....
rofl twisted )
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