'Twas The Night Before A Gay Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, yes that time again,
The butch snuggled tightly against her sweet femme.
They needed a man like a fish needs a bike,
And wondered what Santa would bring for a dyke.

The gay guy as tucked up in bed with his lover,
Two chaps quite content to love one another.
All that they wanted for Christmas that year,
Was to come out of the closet with nothing to fear.

When Santa came by with his reindeer and sleigh,
Would he bother to visit the lesbians and gays?
Whether passive or active they wanted only one thing,
No more persecution and some understanding.

Now sex-toys and presents, oh they could be great,
But they'd settled for respect from everyone straight.
No more condemnation of their inclinations,
An end to gay-bashing and discrimination.

Santa went to his household, his presents to share,
About sexuality he didn't care.
And when he departed, skywards in his sleigh,
He cried "Seasons Greetings - be you straight, bi or gay!"

Courtesy of Christmas Parodies

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Merry Christmas all, and God bless!

Love,

Jake