This was sent to me in an e.mail from a friend. Tis the night before Christmas and Santa's 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 union to stifle the soul Four 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 with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid! The runners had been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E P A And people had started to call for the cops When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened" And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose And 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, and left in a whiz Demanding from now on her title was Ms And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er 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 clamoured or made lots of noise Nothing for just girls. Or just for boys Nothing that claimed to be gender specific Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific No candy or sweets ... they were bad for the tooth Nothing that seemed to embellish the truth And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden For 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; And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed; He just could not figure out what to do next He tried to be merry, 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 fully 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 hue Everyone, everywhere ... even you So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth ... "May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
