Twas the night before Christmas and all through the forum,
No one was complaining... all behaved with decorum.
Everyone answered their questions with care
In hopes that their contacts still would be there
The Christians were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of heaven danced through their heads
And chosen by grace wrote a lengthy retort
To all the vile temptresses, who dance and cavort
When all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter...
The agnostics came out, to see what was the matter
Away to their keyboards the flew in a flash
That Gap ad again... the one thing they trash!
With Uncle Wayne in his Kerchief, NH in his cap
Both were still chuckling at the Queen of Yack...
The Penquin walked funny, a Marche Je Drole'
While Zilla did flame all the fundies away
With a moon nice & full, on this beautiful eve
The pagans were feasting and drinking their meade
When what to their wondering eyes should appear?
The atheists, laughing, and drinking their beer.
2007-12-25
11:56:57
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leopardlady
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