It's close to Christmas so I'll spread some Christmas cheer

During one of my regular bouts of temporary insanity I came across an epiphany, he was wearing green and carrying a set of bagpipes. He never played the bagpipes and when I asked him to play "My Sharona" he blinded me with a laser pen and yelled that she wasn't mine and if he ever caught me with her, I would wish I could see just so I could see what he was doing to me. But, I digress.

My epiphany then informed me that Santa Clause doesn't actually exist on Earth but is a powerful supernatural force operating out of an alternate dimension. After he explained it, it all seemed so obvious. A magic bag, A magic sleigh, magic elves. Who, incidentally, aren't actually magical but more slightly brain damaged. These poor creatures are forced to toil day in day out for the whole year to copy toys that are manufactured elsewhere, most of the time these toys haven't been designed yet, hence the brain damage. You see, they don't understand that the stuff they do can't be done, so they can do it. You with me.

Later, as my epiphany was winding up his long and boring speech about the way the Mexican frog population affects the mating habits of mime's, He pushed upon me a task. "Save these poor brain damaged souls, let them live their simple lives how they see fit." He laid down a fool proof plane to break them out of Santas stone prison. It was so ingenious yet so simple. The key to releasing these small yet not intelligent people?

Burn them, burn them all. Ha Ha Ha ha Ho Ho Ho ho He He He he.

bye bye elves,
and then we sing the elf burning song

Watch the elves as they burn
Watch the skin peel from their bones
Their screams will fade in time
So burn elves, burn burn.

Oh, fire fire,burn burn burn
Santas workshop burn
Make sure missus clause is trapped
So the bitch dies a horrible painful death.

burn Santa burn.

Later,