Merry Christmas Johnson fans

[Mitch J 0]

'Twas the night before Christmas, cold, dark and foreboding,

As I sat at the workbench, quite busy reloading.

The empties from autumn were polished so clear

For primers and powder, and bullets from Speer

And Sierra boat-tails, and Nosler's Partitions

(My bench ain't no place for brand name omissions!)

All sat in their boxes, right next to the press

With dies from Midway, and RCBS.

When all of a sudden there came such a jolt,

I grabbed for my Johnson, and whipped out my Colt.

As I spilled Hodgdon's powder all over the shelf

I scrambled for cover, just to protect myself

From up on the rooftop, came hoofbeats and snorting

Like the noise out of Illinois, from Obamas cavorting!

I eased off the safety, to press-check my auto

With 230-hardball, I'd knock 'em all blotto.

Were these rogue federal agents, sent by Schumer and Reid?

Or a staggering Kennedy, in bad need of Weed?

My question was answered with a knock, and some sneezing,

"It's Santa, you moron, lemme in there, I'm freezing!"

I flipped off the dead-bolt and threw the door open wide,

To find St. Nick a'shivering, Rudolph by his side

He eyeballed my Commander, with a nod of approval

"You're all set," he said, "for dirtball removal."

"But this is no raid, we're not here to harm you

Or persecute, prosecute, or even disarm you"

Instead, said dear Santa, he needed to borrow

My .357, 'till day after tomorrow.

"It's okay," he assured me, with a hint of frustration.

"I'm enrolled in the National Rifle Association"

He showed me his card, 'twas a Life Member rating

"I've had this since me and the missus were dating!"

"And you see, John ol' buddy, I've gotten real nervous

Since Feinstein was elected, with a promise to serve us"

So henceforth as I'm out there, my presents a'stackin'

"I want to assure you, I'm legally packin'"

"And my gift for you this year, should give you a hoot

"I've told the Supreme Court to give Brady the boot!

Now, Rudy and I must be on our way"

He said, as he climbed back on the seat of his sleigh.

With the reins in his hand, and my Smith in his pocket

He jingled the sleighbells and was off like a rocket

With a pair of speedloaders, and ammo to spare

I knew he'd be safe, he was loaded for bear

As he faded from view, I could still hear him calling

"From D.C., where 'P.C.' is already falling

"To bad guys in L.A., Detroit and Atlanta:

I'm licensed to carry. Don't be messin' with Santa!"

"Merry Christmas and Good Night!"

[Black Tom 0]

Mitch:

That is GOOD--SUPER GOOD!

You deserve a lot of "attaboy's" for that one.

Put it on a plaque and sell it!

"YOU THE MAN!"

B.T.

[Black Tom 0]

Mitch:

It's me again.

I am REALLY impressed with your prose.

Send that to the NRA and see if they'll print it.

If they will include your work with one of their never ending pleas for money they might get a few more scooties in the till.

B.T.

[ArtR 0]

Here is wishing one, and all, a Very Merry Christmas and a Very Happy and Prosperous New Year!

Remember, now eleven down and only thirty seven to go.

ArtR

Vermont, the "no concealed carry permit needed" State, and where as of last night, sanity still was in place.

Vermont, the Green Mountain State, where "green" was the thing long before liberals were born.

Protect guns and trees....have the federal government and your state adopt Vermont Gun Laws!