Once upon a time,
there was his guy,
who was looking for a room,
but was quite shy.

So he asked and asked,
oh what could he do,
he wanted to live,
somewhere too.

But none would respond,
oh where should he go,
oh this poor bastard,
I feel for him so.

Ok I don't really,
but it's after ten,
so I can lie all I want,
and not give a damn.

But in the spirit of christmas,
someone came by in a sled,
he fell from the sky,
he turned and he said.

Oh poor young lad,
come here and learn,
about the world,
and how it will turn.

So the young boy climed up,
He was oh so thrilled,
he'd seen santa now,
his life was fulfilled.

Santa showed him all kinds of things,
Of many happy families,
and then santa said,
let's go overseas.

But the young boy got scared,
longing for home,
oh this poor boy,
skinny to this bones.

Santa closed his eyes,
took a deep breath,
and after much thought,
he wished for his death.

That whiney bastard,
oh how he went on,
he kept on whining,
only one thing could be done.

He reached for his sack,
and pulled out some stick,
it was night at the time,
and the fog was quite thick.

But then the boy saw,
and asked santa this,
why is your beard black,
and body so skinny as it is.

And santa started crying out,
"Death to infidels Jihad, Jihad!"
The boy started running,
but to where or what?

So santa shot him twice,
with the stick of heaven,
the boy fell to the ground,
floored by the AK47.


Moraal van het verhaal? Wees blij met wat je hebt. En staar je niet blind op wat je wilt hebben.