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Furries Christmas with Santa Claws
3 years ago
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Everyone was busy even the mouse.
The tree was all decked with shinnies galore,
And even the phoenix added a few more.
The canines all waited with a sack and some rope
To capture St. Nick the big red dope.
The furies all primed, smiles ear to ear
What they wanted was Santa's sack gear!
With a clatter and curse came a noise on the roof
And everyone held their breath with paw or hoof.
They dimmed down the lights and hid behind things
And only waited to pounce the jolly red king.
" Now damn it you guys!" came the bellow above
" you know I hate giving this house my love"
He spoke to his reindeer each one in turn
A worrisome tone to that jolly red bum.
"Every year I come the tie me up so.
" And raid my sack for the bones and the bows"
" No cookies or milk, or nice little gifts.
Just furies and macros they pounced right swift."
" Oh come on you guys, Don't give me that look.
You don't have to go down there. Damn, I'm hooked."
So with a bellowing laugh, he leaped down the pipe
And at the bottom was given such a fright.
The growls and the hiss of a dozen charging furs
Would make even the most steadfast eyes a blur.
They tied him up nice, like a cute little box
And looted his sack like a hyper fox.
Things went flying, the old man only looked
And the presents where passed around and shook.
What happened next, well that's not for our eyes
You little children will just have to think of some lies.
When they tossed him out naked into the snow
His reindeer fell off the roof laughing at the great show.
The swooped down to grab him, un-gag him and smile,
And the old man cursed mile after mile
" Merry Christmas to all, including you damn furs!
This is the last time you guys ride me with spurs!"
Everyone was busy even the mouse.
The tree was all decked with shinnies galore,
And even the phoenix added a few more.
The canines all waited with a sack and some rope
To capture St. Nick the big red dope.
The furies all primed, smiles ear to ear
What they wanted was Santa's sack gear!
With a clatter and curse came a noise on the roof
And everyone held their breath with paw or hoof.
They dimmed down the lights and hid behind things
And only waited to pounce the jolly red king.
" Now damn it you guys!" came the bellow above
" you know I hate giving this house my love"
He spoke to his reindeer each one in turn
A worrisome tone to that jolly red bum.
"Every year I come the tie me up so.
" And raid my sack for the bones and the bows"
" No cookies or milk, or nice little gifts.
Just furies and macros they pounced right swift."
" Oh come on you guys, Don't give me that look.
You don't have to go down there. Damn, I'm hooked."
So with a bellowing laugh, he leaped down the pipe
And at the bottom was given such a fright.
The growls and the hiss of a dozen charging furs
Would make even the most steadfast eyes a blur.
They tied him up nice, like a cute little box
And looted his sack like a hyper fox.
Things went flying, the old man only looked
And the presents where passed around and shook.
What happened next, well that's not for our eyes
You little children will just have to think of some lies.
When they tossed him out naked into the snow
His reindeer fell off the roof laughing at the great show.
The swooped down to grab him, un-gag him and smile,
And the old man cursed mile after mile
" Merry Christmas to all, including you damn furs!
This is the last time you guys ride me with spurs!"
