"A Misfit Christmas" -a festive piece of poetry by KappaClaus aka Kappa.
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the Acehole,
Not a Misfit was moving,
Not even a muscle.
They were all snuggled up right in their beds,
Except Hulk- whose mattress only fit one leg.
Only Davy was up from a brief winter nap,
Dressed in nothing but his favorite coonskin cap.
Watching the TV and drinking a beer,
And thinking about "taming" his "wild frontier,"
When from above him there came a great bump,
And he immediately sprang to see what was up.
But before he had the chance even to shout,
The fire in the fireplace put itself out.
A shuffling sound came from the chimney above,
Which Davy had no clue as to the source of.
Then a jolly old man scooted out of the flue,
And that jolly old man was- well, you know who.
Over his shoulder he had a huge sack,
Filled with all sorts of great toys and knick-knacks.
For MyNuts, an offer to go to a school.
For Flush, some proverbs on dealing with fools.
For Comet, a warning to change his name,
(For one of his reindeer had one of the same),
For CC, some hope for an actual life
For Dest, some hope for an actual wife,
For B, a great big new bronze "3rd" award,
For Li'l, some roof-proof extra-strength bungee cords.
For them all, a lock they could put on the door,
(For unwanted insects had intruded before),
For Davy, some cream he could put on his arse,
So all of those kisses stopped leaving those marks,
For others, a coupon discount on Skoal,
And for just a couple a few lumps of coal.
And oh, was Santa a sight to be seen,
As he turned to hand Davy an AR-15.
But no sooner had Davy seen the new firearm,
When up from his throat rose a cry of alarm,
83 Misfits' eyes sprung open wide.
83 hands flew down to their sides.
83 Misfits charge down the stairs,
To stop an intruder from taking what's theirs.
The bullets flew fast, and the bullets flew thick,
And all of the bullets poured into Saint Nick.
Round after round poured into the man,
Blood on the floor, and blood on his hands.
Around the room, there rose a great sigh
Of relief. The threat had now been neutralized.
Oh, what a triumph for truth and for light!
A triumph for man's constitutional rights!
When suddenly Pagan let out a cry,
He pointed to Davy, for to their surprise,
A beard from Crockett's fresh face had just sprung,
His belly, once trim, now distended hung.
And to the surprise of the startled beholders,
Santa's robe placed itself on Davy's shoulders.
And, as the entire group sat there gawking,
Davy reached over and pulled down his stocking.
He winked. "I just won't need this anymore,"
He said as he turned and walked out of the door.
Once outside, he spread his arms and floated away,
Towards the roof and the awaiting sleigh.
Santa in a coonskin- now that was a sight,
As Davy called out, now beginning his flight.
"Remember you have constitutional rights!
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"