Jokes

21

T'was the night before Christmas, in the old hunting shack

Each rifle was hung, all in the rack

Eight hunters were sleeping, all in their bed

While visions of trophy bucks, danced in their heads

Then out of the window, there rose such a clatter

Each hunter got up, to see what was the matter

Then out of the woods, what should appear

Eight trophy bucks, such fine deer

Each hunter grabbed his rifle, and each took a shot

And each hit his target, believe it or not

Then out of the woods, what could you hear

You stupid @$&$ idiots, you shot my reindeer!