Jolly Saint Nick

It was late Christmas Eve When awakened by a noise I was hoping it was Santa With a hefty bag of toys Peeking from my bedroom Caught a vision really wild Santa covered all in tinsel And giggling like a child He spun around the floor As if nothing else to lose Stripped down to his boxers Wearing ballerina shoes Still whirling like a dervish I guess he couldn't see After tripping on the sofa He crashed into our tree But still he kept on laughing As though a great big joke He then lit up his pipe And blew out a cloud of smoke There was such a pungent odor I could tell it wasn't holly It smelled like Maui Wowie No wonder he's so jolly