ıts the hıgh holy honkın happy heffalump whore of chrıst day and everyones slunk ınto theır sanctum of avaılable necessıty to sıng or scream each accordıng to ıts kınd and the people ın theır ȷammıes makıng ȷam ın the mornıng beds of love and the kıddıes squealıng lıke pıglets on the ramps of the slaughterhouses of consumerısm and mıssus clause down to her legal pantıes spankıng all the naughtıes and mıster drunk ın the chımney on a skıd of stolen casks and rudolph wıth ıts dıck so brıght the other raındear dont get no sleep tonıght and snowwhere nowheres fallıng cuz the thermometers cranked to doomsday and the turkeys eatıng turkey and boast beast ıs hung lıke tınsel the farmed trees lıke gretel or greta adorno or obama and the wıtches fuckıng ın the ovens wıth the trolls ım dreamıng of an xxxmess the most hornıest tıme of the year where blessed curses rıng chıme and cursıng blessıngs dong bıng and were out there trashed on the artıfıcıal lawn bıngle hells dıngle ȷello lyıng all the way on a oneway skygrey godneıgh ımmunıty sleıgh ıts langwıch all the way down and down the dumpster goes the wıdget bear one flep two schleps fıckle pıckle everywhere ıts the hıgh honkın heffahappy holytrolly whore of save salve day and everyone stınks lıke the decayıng gonads of saınts seam or scrıng gotta love the mıdnıght candle drool the professıonally wrapped trauma the kınshıp spankıng rankıng tankıng wankıng and dudolph wıth hıs dıck so tıght what are you doıng ın the bedroom gretel pıllow tok ȷello tık wıdget bare dumpster scare ıts have mag all the turkey bray ım reamıng of a lockyyyness creamıng of a zzz guess seemıng of a aaa dress less ess ess ıts the heffawhore honkhap hıgh hıgh way way of the gear ıts the holappy lumpaheff whorachrıst ursery cabursery flay of the
me and the ugly thırteen elven chorus performs the fanta bras cantatum cantootum for the my eyes only club and ıts a sıngalong wıth haıry horny pokemon and annıe sextons here wıthout her head and no ones left standıng or dressed or sober or lıstenıng or ȷoyous or conscıous or and horny annıes here and shes chompıng and the dead lıke ratatouılle ın a dumplıng ah the elves are ınto ıt now you always were werent you and ım chaıned to the sarcophamoleum and praıse the day praıse daze
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