A Chrissie Pressie for my Mogs *kiss*

At Xmas time when we were kids,
we were bloody poor,
and Santa weren´t too generous
when he knocked upon our door

But we made do by saving up,
yes every little bit
"We may be poor" said dear old Dad,
"but I dont give a shit!"

Our Xmas tree stood tall & proud
and rigid as a totem,
With Xmas baubles hangin´ there.....
like testies in ya scrotum!

Everyone loved Xmas dinner,
no if´s, and´s or but´s,
and all us kids would piss ourselves
when Grandpa dropped his guts.

We´d leave a six pack for Santa
and he always drank it quick,
then I found out it was just me Dad,
the alcoholic prick!

But all in all we had fun,
and lot & lots of cheer,
Now I can´t wait till I´ve got kids....
cause I´ll get a carton of beer!





;) enjoy your cold beer Mogs...
hmm a thought... you just need to put it outside your back door to cool it down now don´t you? hehe
Love you heaps


PS MERRY GRINCHMAS *kiss*