Twas the night before Boogmass
And all through the house
Not a fedboi did scurry, not even one louse
Claymores placed through the house with care
Along with Boomba’s, beer, and full mags to spare
The autists with tendies all snug in thier beds
With visions of NODs, third holes, and ‘nades in thier heads.
And my wife in her plate and me with my gat
Had just settled down for a long winter “nap”
When perimeter alarms arose with a clatter.
I sprang from the bed, dicks out, to settle the matter
Outdoor lights snapped on in a flash
Mag dumped at noises, a window then smashed
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
Blood on the snow and eight dead reindeer!
I still live on Christmas with absolutely no fear
And hope the Boogaloo comes to us next year.
Please be patient I have autism.