Our Punk feminist version of Twas The Night Before Christmas
This year we decided to create our own version of the holiday classic. However, we had to Punky it up. Featuring Punky members and
At Punky Moms we are dedicated to the fight for equality for all those marginalized by traditional societal norms. We work hard to create a community that supports their voices while raising a future that values the importance of communication, compassion, feminism & the general bucking of a patriarchal society.
‘Twas the night before Punkmas when all through the house,
Not a creature was trashy, not even a male mouse.
The stockings were hung on the chimney with care,
With no judgement made on what the owner chose to wear.
The Punky kids were quiet (not asleep) in their beds,
While visions of gender equality danced in their heads,
I was thinking of Christmas while tugging at my tights,
I knew all I wanted was fundamental human rights
When out in the garden, I heard so much racket,
I got up and grabbed my vegan “leather” jacket
The one with punk patches, I sewed on myself
Where’d the kids put the keys?! Ah, up on the shelf!
I did debate on whether to go outside
But I was not going to let the dark be what had me decide.
I was outside a few seconds when what did appear,
But a blood red sleigh, and eight strong reindeer,
Sitting inside was the most beautiful person,
With long golden hair and kind smile, she took a sip of their bourbon
What happened to Santa? Who was this cool chick?
Santa was a woman and looked like Stevie Nicks
“To the top of the fence! Now up on the wall!
“Sashay away! sashay! sashay all!
“Together we must work, supporting one another
Our power is together”, said the amazing Queen Mother
So up to the roof, like magic, they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys – and presents for the parents too.
And then like a BOSS, she was up on the roof
Confident her words were just enough proof.
As I picked up my phone, and was starting to post,
Down the chimney she came; her tattoos were the most!
She was dressed all in glitter, from head to her boot
Her pit kitties on
With a bundle of mama merch slung on her back,
And STEM toys for kids, she opened her pack:
Her eyes – what does it matter? Her dimples, who cares?
We feel uncomfortable describing the clothes that she wears.
All that matters, is she rocked, as she came in with glee
No fuss to be had as she
I still couldn’t believe exactly what I was seeing
There was no Santa Claus, just this magical being
I’m sure he once existed, but this story is our own
I still believe in magic, even though I am grown
I knew it was getting late, it must almost be dawn
My eyes were starting to close and I let out a yawn
The next thing I knew I had fallen asleep
She must have left soon after, not making a peep
When I woke in the morning, I felt rested and presumed
since I couldn’t see the kids, were they upstairs in their rooms?
Ay By Gum, A Christmas miracle it was indeed
A full night’s sleep is exactly what I did need
I whispered out loud, thank you for that rest
I feel all sorts of amazing and truly am blessed
Sending love to you this holiday season,
thanks for being here, we truly are touched
FROM OUR PUNKY FAMILY TO YOURS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH