A couple of poems for the English majors...
'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
Old Santa was p*****
He cussed out the elves 
and threw down his list.
Miserable little brats, 
ungrateful little jerks.
I have a good mind 
to scrap the whole works!
I've busted my *** 
for d*** near a year,
Instead of "Thanks Santa"
what do I hear?
The old lady b******
cause I work late at night.
The elves want more money
The reindeer all fight.
And just when I thought 
that things would get better
Those a**holes from the IRS 
sent me a letter,
They say I owe taxes
if that ain't d*** funny
Who the hell ever sent 
Santa Claus any money?
And the kids these days
they all are the pits
They want the impossible
Those mean little s****
I spent a whole year 
making wagons and sleds
Assembling dolls...
Their arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of yo yo's
No request for them,
They want computers and robots...
they think - I'm IBM!
Flying through the air...
dodging the trees
Falling down chimneys 
and skinning my knees
I'm quitting this job 
there's just no enjoyment
I'll sit on my fat a** 
and draw unemployment.
There's no Christmas this year 
now you know the reason,
I found me a blonde. 
I'm going SOUTH for the season!
'Twas the night after Christmas 
'Twas the night after Christmas 
and all through the trailer, 
the beer had gone flat 
and the pizza was staler. 
The tube socks hung empty, 
no candies or toys 
and I was camped out 
on my old Lay-Z-Boy. 
The kids they weren't talking 
to me or my wife, 
the worst Christmas they said 
they had had in their lives. 
My wife couldn't argue 
and neither could I, 
so I watched TV 
and my wife, she just cried. 
When out in the yard 
the dog started barkin', 
I stood up and looked 
and I saw Sheriff Larkin. 
He yelled, "Roy I am sworn 
to uphold the laws 
and I got a complaint here 
from a feller named Claus." 
I said, "Claus, I don't 
know nobody named Claus, 
and you ain't taking me in 
without probable cause." 
Then the Sheriff he said, 
"The man was shot at last night." 
I said, "That might have been me, 
just what's he look like." 
The Sheriff replied, 
"Well he's a jolly old feller, 
with a big beer gut belly, 
that shakes when he laughs 
like a bowl full of jelly. 
He sports a long beard, 
and a nose like a cherry." 
I said, "Sheriff that sounds 
like my wife's sister Sherri." 
"It's no time for jokes Roy" 
the Sheriff he said. 
"The man I'm describing 
is dressed all in red. 
I'm here for the truth now, 
it's time to come clean. 
Tell me what you've done, 
tell me what you've seen." 
Well I started to lie 
then I thought what the hell, 
it wouldn't have been the first time 
that I've spent New Years in jail. 
I said, "Sheriff it happened 
last night about ten, 
and I thought that my wife 
had been drinking again." 
When she walked in from work 
she was as white as a ghost. 
I thought maybe she had seen 
one of them UFO's. 
But she said that a bunch of deer 
had just flown over her head, 
and stopped on the roof 
of our good neighbour Red. 
Well I ran outside to look 
and the sight made me shudder, 
a freezer full of venison 
standing right on Red's gutter. 
Well my hands were a shakin' 
as I grabbed my gun, 
when outta Red's chimney 
this feller did run. 
And slung on his back 
was this bag over flowin'. 
I thought he stolen 
Red's stuff while old Red was out bowling'. 
So I yelled, "Drop fat boy, 
hands in the air!" 
But he went about his business 
like he hadn't a care. 
So I popped a warning 
shot over his head. 
Well he dropped that bag 
and he jumped in that sled. 
And as he flew off 
I heard him extort, 
"That's assault with intent Roy, 
I'll see ya in court."