Santa Claus Dies On Christmas Eve

Santa Claus Dies on Christmas Eve By Elton Camp The fat man with the vacuous “Ho, ho” Met disaster while he was on the go Mall appearances and to multitask Was too much of the old elf to ask His conduct list he was trying to update With a start, saw he was running late Santa downed a cup of cider by a tree That time, of alcohol, it wasn’t free His good judgment it did impair As he drove his sled into the air A young woman on his naughty list He had decided he wouldn’t miss He was sending a text so he could say That to her house he was on the way Just as Santa was about to press Send A thundering wall crash his life did end Texting while flying is against the law For very good reason as Santa Claus saw Dead reindeer are lying over the ground And toys from a bag scattered all around A child reading this poem might be pissed Unless he’s one usually on the naughty list