The Death of Christmas at the Bat Farm

It was the night before Christmas and all through the house not a Republican was complaining not even Orrin Hatch himself. The generals were all snug in their beds while visions of chemical weapons danced in their heads. And the President? Yes; Sorry it’s still George W. Bush….

It ended around an hour ago here at the Bat Farm. This has to be one of the most politically charged Christmas seasons on record. I can’t enjoy my life without some putts trying to cut in on my action. Here at the Bat Farm we took no part in the outside world’s grievances.

We exchanged our cheep plastic trinkets and items that plug into the wall and make a worly noise. I had a chance to see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory. All I can say is this is not the uncle Willy that I grew up on, Jean Wilder had compassion. This uncle Willy looked more like a pedophile with a bad drug habit.

But none the less Christmas at the Bat Farm this year was pretty much uneventful. May the Great Brown Bat live on for another year.