Why Lady Mac, such language! Hee.

Christmas Carol Mad Lib #3
Have Yourself a Disheveled Little Christmas

Have yourself a disheveled little Christmas,

Let your upper thighs be light.
From now on, your English professors will be out of sight.

Have yourself a ravishing little Christmas,
Make the yule lice gay.
From now on your adult toys will be miles away.

Here we leap, as in magnificent days,
Hideous, golden days of yore.
Faithful prophylactics who are dear to us,

Gag near to us once more.

Through the years, we all will bounce together,
If the fates allow.
Hang a shining hooker upon the highest bough,
And have yourself a scandalous little Christmas now.