So for those of you that follow my Twitter, you saw my Christmas tradition of ‘Battle with the Fatman’ I do every year. The tradition continues with this year’s shenanigans. For those of you that missed it, here it is:
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
I was waiting alone for him to come out.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
I’d lined them with noise makers to know when he’s there.
The family was nestled all snug in their beds,
Unaware of the battle that was ahead.
My dog Ketti laid in my lap, And had just settled in for an evening nap.
When out on the lawn there rose such a sound she leaped from my lap and barked very loud.
Away to the window I rushed to see,
If the fat man had finally gotten to me.
The moon shone brightly on the new fallen snow,
As I waited impatiently for him below.
When what to my eager eyes did appear,
but the fat man himself and nine tiny reindeer.
Faster than a bullets through the sky they flew,
And he yelled and snarled his commands to his crew.
On,dasher! On, dancer! On, prancer! and Vixen.
On, comet! On, cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
Rudolph guide us to that home, travel fast,
For this night we’re going to kick major ass.
So up on the house top the reindeer did fly,
& I reached under the couch & gripped my .45.
To my utmost dread I heard on the roof,
the scraping & pawing of each little hoof.
As I tucked in my elbows & was turning around,
Down the chimney ‘Saint’ Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in armor from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of guns he had flung on his back,
and he looked like Clint Eastwood but…really fat.
His eyes how they squinted,
His voice, how it scratched!
And he sized me up as he struck a match.
He lit the cigar that hung from his grin,
And he gave a hearty laugh whispering, “what trouble you’re in. ”
He reached behind him & drew weapons with a jerk,
And said not a word as he got straight to work.
The first shot fired mere inches from my head,
And I rolled to the ground thankful to not be dead.
I took a second to gather my wits,
When the couch in front of me was blasted to bits.
Quicker than lightening I aimed for his face,
but the asshole had teleported to another place.
Ketti stayed hidden as the battle waged on,
the coward, no doubt, was probably long gone.
My family was clueless, or they’re fraidy cats too,
but I won’t let that stop me from killing his crew.
If I can’t take him out with any of my moves,
then I’ll aim my next shot up toward…The roof.
With a massive grin as the fat man gained ground,
I squeezed the trigger and he froze at the sound.
His head shot up and his body went slack,
then I lowered my weapon, aiming at his back.
This was my chance, I must make it work,
it was time that he learned to stop being a jerk.
He’d terrorized this town for the last damn time,
and my finger found the trigger as the clock began to chime.
The blast was deafening, but my grin stayed fixed,
I’d finally got him that jolly little bitch.
But as the smoke cleared, my grin faded away,
the bastard had managed an impossible escape.
I roared at the magical lights that filled the room,
And swear to the nine hells that I’ll get him, soon.
This year managed to be a bust,
but next year, yes, next time he will be crushed.
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C.A. Greyson 