HOW DE JUDGE STOLE CHRISTMAS.....

by Mary 29 Replies latest jw friends

  • Mary
    Mary

    I did this a few years ago, but thought all the newbies here might enjoy it!

    image

    De Judge hated Christmas!
    The whole Christmas season!
    Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
    It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
    It could be, perhaps, that his underwear was to tight.
    But I think that the most likely reason of all
    May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

    But, whatever the reason, His heart or the booze,
    He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating more than just the Jews.
    Staring down from his thone with a sour, drunken frown
    At the warm lighted windows were aglow in the town.
    For he knew every Dub down in Dub-ville beneath
    Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.

    "And they're hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
    "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
    Then he growled, with his fat fingers nervously drumming,
    "I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"

    The more de Judge thought, "I must stop this whole thing!
    "Why for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!
    I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
    ...But HOW?"

    Then he got an idea.... An awful idea!
    THE JUDGE GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
    "I know just what to do!" de Judge croaked like a pigeon;
    'I'll make the whole Christmas season, from pagan origin!'
    he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great nifty trick!
    "With the bible and booze, I'll just look like a prick!"

    "All I need is a scripture..."
    de Judge looked in The Book.
    But he couldn't find nothing, the senile old crook.

    Did that stop the old goat?
    NO! The Judge simply said,
    "If I can't find a reason, I'll make one instead!"
    So he wrote in the Watchtower:

    "Christmas is terribly bad!
    If you keep celebrating
    You'll make Jesus mad!"

    THEN......
    He went with his spies
    To observe all their deeds
    And to see if the Dubs out there
    Would listen and heed.

    De Judge said, "Let's go!"
    And the limo started down
    Toward the homes where the Dubs
    Lay a-snooze in their town.

    When he came to the first little house on the square.
    "This is stop number one," the old bastard declared;
    And he took out his camera in his fat little fist;
    And a pen and a paper to start up his list.

    And what sight did greet him
    The grumpy jack ass?
    Not a wreath, or a candle, only silence en mass.

    He got out of the car; rather hard for a pudge.
    But, if Capone could do it, then so could de Judge.
    He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
    But his driver, with glee, kicked his ass with his shoe.

    Then he drank a toast with an air that he'd won,
    And decided to ban every day that was fun.
    Mother's Day! Father's Day, and also Thanksgivin'
    Were now on the books as of pagan origin.

    But he went by some new converted Dub's place;
    And saw in the window, a little girl's face;
    Alone and so sad now he took all their fun
    But de Judge didn't see anything wrong that he'd done.

    He figured he'd probably save them a ton;
    By banning everything in life that was fun;
    ‘No toys, no bikes' he grinned with a hiss;
    ‘Now they can spend all their time
    Out in Field Ser-vice.

    He stayed there the night;
    To see what they'd do
    They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
    "BOO-HOO-HOO!

    But the Dubs woke up early;
    And sang Christmas carolls;
    With all of their children;
    Ted, Larry and Daryll.

    And de Judge, with his heart made of snow,
    Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
    "It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
    "It came without packages, boxes or bags!"

    He drank more from his bottle, then drank even more.
    and thought of something he hadn't before.
    "Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
    "Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"

    And what happened then...?
    Well...in Dub-ville they say
    That de Judge's small heart
    Shrank three sizes that day!

    He had them all axed
    From the ones they loved most;
    To their family and friends;
    They were now just a ghost.

    Come walk through the doors
    One and all;
    To the nightmare that is
    the Kingdom Hall.

    Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer.
    Cheer to all ex-Dubs both far and near.
    Christmas Day is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp.
    Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have ‘we'.
    Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart and hand in hand.

  • designs
    designs

    Great Mary!

    Rutherford's Motto "More work, less Joy"

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    No good, dirty, rotten, bastardized scoundrel!

    Syl

  • Mary
    Mary

    Sylvia, I shudda said "Based on a True Story".

  • snowbird
    snowbird

    Mary.

    I'm not as creative as you, but here goes.

    You Are A Mean One Mr Grinch Judge Rutherford

    You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    You really are a heel
    You're as cuddly as a cactus
    You're as charming as an eel
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford.

    You're a bad banana
    With a greasy black peel.

    You're a monster, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    Your heart's an empty hole
    Your brain is full of spiders
    You've got garlic in your soul
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford

    I wouldn't touch you, with a
    thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

    You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    You have termites in your smile
    You have all the tender sweetness
    Of a seasick crocodile.
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford

    Given the choice between the two of you
    I'd take the seasick crocodile.

    You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    You're a nasty, wasty skunk
    Your heart is full of unwashed socks
    Your soul is full of gunk.
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford

    The three words that best describe you
    Are as follows
    And I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

    You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    You're the king of sinful sots
    Your heart's a dead tomato splot
    With moldy purple spots
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford

    Your soul is an appalling dump heap
    Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment
    Of deplorable rubbish imaginable
    Mangled up in tangled up knots.

    You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch Judge Rutherford
    With a nauseous super-naus
    You're a crooked jerky jockey
    And you drive a crooked horse
    Mr. Grinch. Judge Rutherford

    You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich.
    With arsenic sauce.

    Tee hee hee.

    Syl

  • Think About It
    Think About It

    Great creative work.

    Think About It

  • life is to short
    life is to short

    Loved it Mary. All of it is sadly all to true. Thanks

    LITS

  • JustHuman14
    JustHuman14

    Great post....I guess BOOZE JO is the real founder of JW's. He really took all the things that gives joy to humans...

  • OUTLAW
    OUTLAW

    ............................ ...OUTLAW

  • Mary
    Mary

    Hey Outlaw.....can you find us a picture of a skeleton with a Santa hat on and an empty bottle of booze?

Share this

Google+
Pinterest
Reddit