Merry Politically Correct Christmas

I know i’ve linked to this in a previous post, but it’s just so damn good, I wanted to post it again for anyone who might not have clicked the link. This is what Christmas is all about, truly! Poor Santa must be so confused!

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was a wreck.
How to live in a world that’s politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”.
“Vertically Challenged,” they were calling themselves;

And labor conditions at the North Pole
Were alleged by the unions to stifle the soul.
The reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.

And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced by four pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had all been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the EPA.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.

Smoke from his pipe had workers quite frightened.
His fur-trimmed suit was called, “unenlightened.”
And to show you the strangeness of life’s ebbs and flows,
Rudolph was suing over use of his nose.

He had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she’d enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, he’d never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.

Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him, and nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, nothing to shoot.

Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific,
Nothing that’s warlike, or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets – they were bad for the tooth
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.

They raised the hackles of those psychological,
Who claimed the only good gift was ecological.
No baseball, no football, someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.

Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe.
Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, he tried to be gay,
But you’ve got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing acceptable was to be found.

Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;

Every ethnicity, every skin hue;
Everyone, everywhere – even you.
So here is that gift, it’s priced beyond worth –
“May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth.”

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11 thoughts on “Merry Politically Correct Christmas

  1. Long time no comment in your bloggie, my dear!

    I’m still very much, eer, somewhat, alive. heh.

    I was cracking up over your post. Keep it coming! 🙂

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