bmblong
12-24-2006, 12:08 PM
Hey my dad sent this to me and thought you guys might enjoy it.
> Twas the Night before Christmas
>
>
>
> Twas the night before Christmas cold, dark and foreboding,
> as I sat at the work bench, quite busy reloading.
> The empties from autumn were polished so clear
> For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer.
>
> And Hornady's soft-points, and Nosler's Partitions
> (My bench ain't no place for brand name omission!)
> all sat in their boxes, right next to the press
> with dies from Lyman, and RCBS.
>
> When all of a sudden there came such a jolt,
> I grabbed for my Mossberg, and whipped out my Colt.
> As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf
> I scrambled for cover, just to protect myself.
>
> From up on the rooftop, came hoofbeats and snorting
> Like the noise out of L'il Rock, from Clinton's cavorting!
> I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto
> With 230-hardball, I'd knock 'em all blotto
>
> Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reno?
> Or a staggering Ted Kenedy, in bad need of Beano?
> My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing,
> "It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing!"
>
> I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door wide,
> To find St. Nick a'shivvering, Rudolph by his side
> He eyeballed my Springfield, with a nod of approval
> "you're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal."
>
> "But this is no raid, we're not here to harm you
> or persecute, prosecute or even disarm you"
> instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow
> my .357. 'till day after tomorrow
>
> "it's okay," he assured me, with a hint of frustration.
> "I'm enrolled in the Nation Rifle Association"
> he showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating
> "I've had this since me and the missus were dating!"
>
> "And you see, Brian o'l buddy, I've gotten real nervous
> "Since Feinstein was elected, with a promise to serve us
> "so henceforth as I'm out there, my presents a'stackin'
> "I want to assure you, I'm legally packin'
>
> "And my gift for you this year, should give you a boot
> "I've told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot!
> "Now, Rudy and I must be on our way"
> He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh
>
> With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket
> He jingled the sleighbells and was off like a rocket
> With a pair of speedloaders, and ammo to spare
> I knew he'd be safe, he was loaded for bear
>
> As he faded from view, I could still hear him calling
> "From D.C., where 'P.C.' is already falling
> "To bad guys in L.A., Detroit and Atlanta
> "I'm licensed to carry. Don't be messin' with Santa" . . .
Merry Christmas.
> Twas the Night before Christmas
>
>
>
> Twas the night before Christmas cold, dark and foreboding,
> as I sat at the work bench, quite busy reloading.
> The empties from autumn were polished so clear
> For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer.
>
> And Hornady's soft-points, and Nosler's Partitions
> (My bench ain't no place for brand name omission!)
> all sat in their boxes, right next to the press
> with dies from Lyman, and RCBS.
>
> When all of a sudden there came such a jolt,
> I grabbed for my Mossberg, and whipped out my Colt.
> As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf
> I scrambled for cover, just to protect myself.
>
> From up on the rooftop, came hoofbeats and snorting
> Like the noise out of L'il Rock, from Clinton's cavorting!
> I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto
> With 230-hardball, I'd knock 'em all blotto
>
> Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reno?
> Or a staggering Ted Kenedy, in bad need of Beano?
> My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing,
> "It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing!"
>
> I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door wide,
> To find St. Nick a'shivvering, Rudolph by his side
> He eyeballed my Springfield, with a nod of approval
> "you're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal."
>
> "But this is no raid, we're not here to harm you
> or persecute, prosecute or even disarm you"
> instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow
> my .357. 'till day after tomorrow
>
> "it's okay," he assured me, with a hint of frustration.
> "I'm enrolled in the Nation Rifle Association"
> he showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating
> "I've had this since me and the missus were dating!"
>
> "And you see, Brian o'l buddy, I've gotten real nervous
> "Since Feinstein was elected, with a promise to serve us
> "so henceforth as I'm out there, my presents a'stackin'
> "I want to assure you, I'm legally packin'
>
> "And my gift for you this year, should give you a boot
> "I've told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot!
> "Now, Rudy and I must be on our way"
> He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh
>
> With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket
> He jingled the sleighbells and was off like a rocket
> With a pair of speedloaders, and ammo to spare
> I knew he'd be safe, he was loaded for bear
>
> As he faded from view, I could still hear him calling
> "From D.C., where 'P.C.' is already falling
> "To bad guys in L.A., Detroit and Atlanta
> "I'm licensed to carry. Don't be messin' with Santa" . . .
Merry Christmas.