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The Night before Christmas (Jewish version)

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by EStreetJoe, Dec 24, 2007.

  1. EStreetJoe

    EStreetJoe Well-Known Member

    Got this via e-mail 12 years ago and it's still good for a few laughs..


    'Twas the night before christmas, and we, being Jews,
    My girlfriend and me - we had nothing to do.
    The gentiles were home, hanging stockings with care,
    Secure in their knowledge St. Nick would be there.
    But for us, once the Chanukah candles burned down,
    There was nothing but boredom all over town.
    The malls and the theaters were all closed up tight;
    There weren't any concerts to go to that night.
    A dance would have saved us, some ballroom or swing,
    But we searched through the papers; there wasn't a thing.
    Outside the window sat 2 feet of snow;
    With the windchill, they said, it was 15 below.
    And while all I could do was sit there and brood,
    My girl saved the night and called out: "CHINESE FOOD!"
    So we ran to the closet, grabbed hats, mitts, and boots -
    To cover out heads, our hands, and our foots.
    We pulled on our jackets, all puffy with down,
    And boarded the T bound for old Chinatown.
    The train nearly empty, it rolled through the stops,
    While visions of wontons danced through our kopfs.
    We hopped off at Park Street; Boston Common was bright
    With fresh-fallen snow and the trees strung with lights,
    We crept through "The Zone" with its bums and its thugs,
    And entrepreneurs selling ladies and drugs.
    At last we reached Chinatown, rushed through the gate,
    Past bakeries, markets, shops, and cafes,
    In search of a restaurant: "Which one? Let's decide!"
    We chose "Hunan Chazzer," and ventured inside.
    Around us sat others, their platters piled high
    With the finest of fine foods their money could buy:
    There was roast duck and fried squid, (sweet, sour and spiced,)
    Dried beef and mixed veggies, lo mein and fried rice,
    Whole fish and moo shi and shrimp chow mee foo,
    And General Gau's chicken and ma po tofu...
    When at last we decided, and the waiter did call,
    We said: "Skip the menu!" and ordered it all.
    And when in due time the food was all made,
    It came to the table in a sort of parade.
    Before us sat dim sum, spare ribs, and egg rolls,
    And four different soups, in four great, huge bowls.
    And chicken wings! Dumplings! and Beef Teriyakis!
    The courses kept coming from spicy to mild,
    And higher and higher toward the ceiling were piled.
    And while this went on, we became aware
    Every diner around us had started to stare.
    Their jaws hanging open, they looked on unblinking;
    Some dropped their teacups, some drooled without thinking.
    So much piled up, one dish after another,
    My girlfriend and I couldn't see one another!
    Now we sat there, we two, without proper utensils,
    While they handed us something that looked like two pencils.
    We poked and we jabbed till our fingers were sore
    And half of our dinner woulnd up on the floor.
    We tried - how we tried - but, sad truth to tell,
    Ten long minutes later and still hungry as hell,
    We swallowed our pride, feeling vaguely like dorks,
    And called to our waiter to bring us two forks.
    We fressed and we feastered, we slurped and we munched;
    We noshed and we supped, we breakfast'd and lunched.
    We ate till we couldn't and drank down our teas
    And barely had room for our fortune cookies.
    But my fortune was perfect; it summed up the mood
    When it said: "Pork is kosher, when it's in Chinese food."
    And my girlfriend - well... she got a real winner;
    Hers said: "Your companion will pay for the dinner."
    Our bellies were full and at last it was time
    To travel back home and write some bad rhyme
    Of our Chinatown trek (and to privately speak
    About trying to refine our chopstick technique).
    The MSG spun round and round in our heads,
    And we tripped and we laughed and gaily we said,
    As we carried our leftovers home through the night:
    "Good Yom Tov to all - and to all a Good Night!"
  2. slappy4428

    slappy4428 Active Member

    Where's the lopsided boobies?
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