Do Not Disturb

Hush, Santa's sleeping, After a long, arduous trip; Warm and cozy in his bed, Hugging a bottle of nip Soaring through enemy air space, To nations far and near; A task we'd never sign up for, Though he does it every year Through the thickest of storms, Through the darkest of night; No rain, wind, or snow, Will ever delay his flight Winter's frigid bite, A desert's blinding sand; Santa's lowly mission, Is joy throughout each land Squeezing down tight chimneys, Singed by burning logs; Tripping over power cords, Attacked by vicious dogs! Your journey's accomplished, Now go and sleep in peace; Another year is waiting, The madness all repeats!