Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the mall,
Many bimbos were stirring, and not just a jock's set of balls,
They were buying and shopping and causing a titter,
But slowly walked Souleater, angry and bitter.
Shoes and dresses, and amature porn jobs they cried,
But deep and out-loud he wished they would all die.
How many sluts does it seem to take, to turn this holiday into a shopping bukkake?
He walked and he could not believe, how stupid California sluts are, even on Christmas Eve.
He thought and he thought, and then it finally came, he would return to the site full of Logic and Games.
He typed and he typed and on the screen it formed, a thread of unspeakable cheer, thanking God that Christmas only came once a year.

A Merry Christmas to all, I guess it's alright, as I torture Recruits, praying only a whisper of fright.

I came from the house and let out yell, "Merry Christmas Mother Fuckers, And to all a Good Night."