|Hot air balloon travel being, of course, synonymous with Christmas.|
Everywhere you go.
Thanksgiving was yesterday,
And now the streets look so gay,
You eyes will blur and you'll get vertigo.
|A tasteful mansion of, I'm guessing, white people, given their propensity for all white lights. Love the Star of David. Neighborhood Jews are saying "Leave us out of this, okay?"|
It's beginning to look too much like Christmas.
Gets worse after dark.
I really do hate to grouse,
But, my God, my neighbor's house,
Looks like Disney's park.
|Have a Mickey Mouse Christmas.|
And way too much chintz'll,
Make everyone wish they were dead.
By far the worst folly,
Are trees looking jolly
When all of their leaves have been shed.
And I will grant,
Fills me up with dread.
|Is this house being swallowed by the Time Vortex?|
Please gouge out my eyes.
You'll soon see a Yule Log,
Blazing at the synagogue.
An Elf robot?
My brain lobotomize.
|How do I get in without being electrocuted?|
It's beginning to look too much like Christmas,
Soon my brain will split.
I hate to sound so gruff,
But I've already had enough,
Of this Yule bullshit.
|"No, Scotty, I said the deflector shields!"|
Because nothing says Christmas like Star Trek.
Merry Annual Christian Cultural Incursion.
I will have BIG NEWS to post here on Christmas Day!