twas the night before Christmas (redneck style)

[Guest tnmale46]

‘Twas the night before Christmas, cold, dark and foreboding,

As I sat at the workbench, quite busy reloading,

The empties from autumn were polished so clear,

For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer.

And Sierra boat-tails, and Nosler's Partitions

(My bench ain't no place for brand name omissions!)

All sat in their boxes, right next to the press,

With dies from Midway, and RCBS.

When all of a sudden there came such a jolt,

I grabbed for my Mossberg, and whipped out my Colt.

As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf,

I scrambled for cover, to protect myself.

From up on the rooftop, came hoof beats and snorting,

Like the noise out of L’il Rock, from Clinton's cavorting!

I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto

With 230-hardball, I'd knock 'em all blotto.

Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reno?

Or a staggering Ted Kennedy, in bad need of vino?

My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing,

“It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing.â€

I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door wide,

To find St. Nick a'shivering, Rudolph by his side

He eyeballed my Thompson, with a nod of approval

"You're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal."

But this is no raid; we're not here to harm you

Or persecute, prosecute, or even disarm you.

Instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow

My .357, 'till day after tomorrow.

It's okay he assured me, with a hint of frustration.

I'm enrolled in the National Rifle Association.

He showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating

I've had this since me and the missus was dating!

And you see, ol' buddy, I've gotten real nervous

Once Hillary was elected, with a promise to serve us

So henceforth as I'm out there, my presents a'stackin'

I want to assure you, I'm legally packin'

And my gift for you this year, should give you a hoot

I've told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot!

Now, Rudy and I must be on our way.

He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh.

With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket

He jingled the sleigh bells and was off like a rocket.

With a pair of speed loaders, and ammo to spare

I knew he'd be safe, he was loaded for bear.

As he faded from view,

I could still hear him calling,

From DC, where 'PC' is already falling,

To bad guys in LA, Detroit and Atlanta:

I'm licensed to carry. Don't be messin' with Santa

[Guest deut20:16]

Thats funny

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I like Larry the Cable Guy's version:

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