BM got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the bar Christmas Eve

You can say there's no such thing as Santa

But as for me and DH, we believe!

She's been drinking too much whiskey

The skids begged her not to go

But she was off her medication

And she staggered out the door into the snow.

When skids found her Christmas morning

At the scene of the attack

She had "tramp" stamped on her forehead

And incriminating scratch marks on her back

BM got run over by a reindeer

Walking home from the bar Christmas Eve

You can say there's no such thing as Santa

But as for me and DH, we believe!

Now we're not so proud of Mini-Wife

She's not taking it so well

See her in there stalking DADDDDEEEE

Wanting cash and making our lives living hell

It's not Christmas without BM

All the family's dressed in black

And we just can't help but wonder...

Should we keep the stinky skids or send 'em back...

SEND 'EM BACK!!!!

I know, I know, this is awful and I'm going straight to Hell! No, in all honesty, I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season, skids or no skids.:)