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Sunday, December 23, 2007

Politically correct - Twas the night before Christmas

Twas 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 only reindeer. So Dancer, and Donner, Comet and Cupid, were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had all been removed from his sleigh; The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A, and people had started calling the cops, when they heard 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 unauthorized use of his nose and had gone to Geraldo, in front the the nation, demanding millions in over - due compensation.

So, half of the reindeer were gone and his wife, who suddenly said she had 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's 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 clamored or made lots of noise. Nothing for just girls or just for the boys. Nothing that claimed to be gender specific. Nothing that's warlike or non-pacific. No candy or sweets..they were had for the teeth. Nothing that seemed to embellish a 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 one 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 brains away.

So Santa just stood there, disheveled, 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"


z-silverlight said...

yeah. doesn't it just make you crazy. You know you've lived too long when you begin experience culture shock, at how things are now.

Linda said...

I'm a new Over 50 Blogger, so I stopped in to say Merry Christmas! Have a great 2008!

dabrah said...

This is brilliant, and so apt! You're a true poet. I hope your Christmas was brilliant (and not too politically correct)!

Changes in the wind said...

Dabrah, I did not write this...only posted it:) Not sure who the writer is.