As the author got lazy,
Prima rode into The Haven,
Non-existing guns a'blazing,
As she is a weasel,
And weasels cannot legally own firearms.
Laverna was salty,
And Prima was scheming,
As she went into the home,
Of the only other weasel.
She began to steal gifts, toys, and the tree,
When Marcus awoke.
"Excuse me? Are you Santy Claus?"
The words rung through Prima
As she turned in surprise
"Sure kid," she stated, "whatever you want! Now help Santy Claus with all this stuff."
Marcus did as he was told and helped Prima take the tree.
She then realized something amazing and spoke loudly
"Kid, we're killing everyone here. Your a weasel it's in your blood."
The author was lazy and Marcus was a pushover, so he quietly objected as Prima killed everything.
And that was the day the weasel stole Christmas,
Along with everyone's lives...
And Marcus' innocence.
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The Weasel Who Stole Christmas
HumorIn The Haven the night before Christmas a legend of the name Prima watches in spite. Her heart too small, depletes at the sight of bright Christmas lights. So late one night she decides
