Posted: 11/20/2025 9:48:43 PM EDT
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(withe help of AI) Up on the Rooftop – Wisconsin Deer Season Edition (Thanksgiving Week Version — Full Song) Verse 1 Up on the rooftop, click-click-click, Off came the safety for old St. Nick. Thanksgiving week and the woods are loud— Blaze orange everywhere, hunters proud. Ho ho ho! Watch below— Trail cams catching Santa glow. Up on the rooftop, quick and slick, Santa’s navigating deer camp thick. --- Verse 2 Down through the chimney, boots all wet, Smelling like brats and a cold camp yet. He hears some whispering in the pines— “Did you see that big rack? Looked like it’s mine!” Ho ho ho! Easy, Joe— Only buck here’s Rudolph, bro. Up with the bundle and out real quick, Santa dodges hunters who aim too quick. --- Verse 3 Back on the shingles he takes a stance, Orange vest glowing like a beacon dance. He’s not hunting—just staying aware, ’Cause Wisconsin gun season livens the air. Ho ho ho! Everybody knows— Santa’s the safest guy in the snows. Up on the rooftop, click-click-click, Checking the woods like a seasoned wick. --- Verse 4 Reindeer jittery, tugging the sleigh, Hearing rifles echo far away. Santa pats Donner with a steady hand— “Relax, my boy, it’s just deer-stand land.” Ho ho ho! Time to go— Camo moving through the snow. Up from the rooftop, swift and slick, Santa keeps Christmas early and quick. --- Verse 5 (final verse) Last stop made before the feast, Turkey and stuffing from west to east. A hunter shouts, “Who’s up there now?!” Santa whispers, “Easy… not your doe or cow.” Ho ho ho! Off I go— Gifts delivered in the drifted snow. Up on the rooftop, click-click-click, Safety back on—good old St. Nick. |
"You know how butt ugly people are said to have hit every branch on the way down the ugly tree.
Well, the dumbass tree done drilled you in the butt and laid eggs in ya." -RJinks
Well, the dumbass tree done drilled you in the butt and laid eggs in ya." -RJinks
