What's Up With Santa
I played a nasty joke on Santa
once on Christmas Eve,
I put some exlax in his milk,
and he drank it clean.
(hehe)
Now that’s one Christmas I remember,
Dad sat on the Lu till end of December
Another time we greased the roof
My brother Clay and I,
Hoping to catch Santa
when we heard him cry.
(Nothing)
Another Christmas I couldn’t forget soon,
Dads leg was in a cast, till the middle of June.
The next year we decided to write old Santa
And apologize for our tricks,
I guess old Nick squealed on us,
Cause dad came with THE stick.
(Ouch)
I believe Santa's still mad at me and my brother Clay
Cause he never brings our kids, presents on Christmas day.
(Party pooper)
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.29.2014
Contest: What’s up With Santa
G 4
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
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