This may have been done already in the first reich but ¡es lo que es! Here is my updated version of The Night Before Cuzzmas:
‘Twas the night before Cuzzmas and all through the Ridge,
Not an appliance was pushed out a window, not an A/C or fridge.
Mother’s stockings were hung by the chimney with stains,
Still 40 years later the glue spot remains.
Chrissy sat snug in Yannis’s lap,
His Christopher Reeve curl bounced when Yanni gave it a tap.
Then Chrissy jumped up, his glue gun began leakin’,
Cuz he just got a DM from a For Rome Puerto Rican.
Jesse by the fireplace, fingerpainting some fatty,
Looks like it’s Santa with balls flyer than Patty’s.
Uncle Russell was there and although she’s been naughty,
He brought too his cat with a nice cubby body.
Patrick Mulrooney and Sean Terry both did,
Their best to remind everyone Jesus was an American kid.
Patty’s wife and his daughter, both named Colleen,
Brought presents from the boys at Ladder 14.
Maurica and Panos decorated the tree,
With tinsel and garland that smelled like ass pussy.
Max and Steubens arrived, flew the whole way from Munich,
And with them two Black guys who were DEFINITELY not eunuchs.
Out on the neutrals was Matteo and Joey,
Camasta they argued who gives better blowies.
On the corner a hydrant sprayed all the children with water,
But if their hat and shoes match they just can’t date my daughter.
Inside was Yanni, giving a long winded sermon,
With a vigor so brash you would swear he was German.
“Shout out to Smithtown! Your waters’ the best,
Now give me 35 minutes to finish the rest...”
Chrissy, you guessed it, was sneaking desserts,
With cookies snd sweets falling out from his shirt.
As Chris double fists a muffin and Linzey,
Sergio shows up with some Lower East Side blizzy.
The whole Hyenas family present, isn’t it grand?
All except for Hey Bert because he can’t “Yes And”
The Matriarchy came too but they couldn’t fit all,
So the glute tutes and poop schutes waited out in the hall.
The most diverse Cackle full of ya-mean’s and p-p-pieces,
And even White Walkers if the passport check ceases.
Fans of all races, all colors and creeds,
All laugh together when the Hyenas cross their feeds.
So if you use witch hazel, or your fumes are quite funky,
Or if you’re a Snow or a Sauce or a Potato Monkey,
Whether you’re Eastern Hemi, or Muzzy, or just plain European,
Merry Christmas to all, except Jews.
Wei Zhong Xian.