'Twas the Night Before Christmas in Vermont...

Just a little poem I wrote a few years ago...

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in Vermont

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the cabin was still,
Except for the snow storm providing a chill;

16 inches tonight, the weatherman said,
“Is that all?” we yawned and just went to bed;

The power had gone out a long time ago,
And the stove in the corner was barely aglow;

Almost died of carbon monoxide last night,
but we fixed the chimney and now it’s alright;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With parkas and gloves and hats on their heads;

Ma and I cuddled to keep ourselves warm,
Sometimes to get lucky, you do need a storm;

Then out on the lawn, we heard a loud “Ow!”
And I knew someone had just tripped over the plow;

To the window I flew to catch the bugger,
But not before grabbing my trusted old Ruger;

The moon on the snow gave me plenty of light
So I aimed for the head – but oh, what a sight!

Not only was this guy dressed quite queer,
I saw he’d also brought some deer;

Which was fine with me, since for some reason
I didn’t catch one during season;

Number one! Number two! Number three, bang, bang, bang!
“Hooray,” I shouted, “I nailed the whole gang!”

Now the snow was all red… so much meat for the freezer!
And just to be certain, I offed the old geezer;

I woke up the wife, showed her my quarry,
And then we began taking inventory;


“Eight deer in all,” she cheered, her eyes shining bright,
“Merry Christmas to you – and now call it a night.”

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

I hope you used a legally registered assault rifle to take out those deer.

I don't mind mass killings of deer as long as the gun is registered.

i been feeling miserable.....but this thread makes me feel better.
thanks for the laugh op