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You know, as a child, this was my favorite Christmas song.
I'ts got everthing a Christmas song could need.
Santa, sleighs, reindeer... egg nog.
But I though it could used a little updating.
So, enjoy!
It's been some years now since this tragic memory.
Grandpa too has passed on... that's a fact. He wasn't feeling well and had to send me
to get insurance for the Health Care Act.
We spent 6 days then sitting on the website waiting for a promised quick return.
When he saw what plans it had to offer Grandpa's ulcered gut began to churn.
He called his doctor venting nasty outrage. They told him that the Doc had moved away.
Had he not received an email one, page? about their move outside the USA?
Grandpa vowed that he would never tire. He made a call to Congress right away.
Made a threat to get some people fired, and start with 5-3-5 that very day.
Yeah, that night there was an awful racket. Seemed to start way out there in the yard.
I went to grab my red plaid hunting jacket when something hit the roof, and really hard.
We thought that it was Santa in the chimney, struggling to free his bulky pack.
Then we saw him all dressed up in camo, AK-47 across his back.
Grandpa quickly grabbed his trusty shotgun. Both those barrels loaded in a wink.
He sent some buckshot flying straight at Santa and that pretty camo all turned to pink.
Well, you've guessed now that it wasn't Santa. Turns out it was just the IRS...
They got reports of raging, rebel grandpas. At the NSA, they never rest.
I was hoping that we all could play fair 'til Grandpa had his massive heart attack.
He died without insurance but did Obama care? Repeal this silly 'unAffordable' Health Care
Act!