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SANTA CLAWS
By Roy Merritt

Johnny was a mean boy 
He grew meaner every day
He grew meaner and meaner 
Despite the holiday

Christmas was just ‘round the corner
Music filled the air
Smiles were on every face
Kind words were often shared

But Johnny was full of mischief
He often gave one pause
And it was upon that time
We warned him of Santa Claws

“Oh I’ve heard of him!” he said
“A fat guy dressed in red
Who gives out toys to little kids
While flyin’ ‘round in a sled.

He comes down the chimney
His bag by his side
And all for milk and cookies
A bargain few would abide!”

“Oh no not that one!” 
I spoke up there and then
“I’m speaking of his brother
His noxious evil twin. 

Now the nice one
The one you spoke about
The one you hear sometimes
With the “Ho! Ho! Ho!” he shouts

He’s pretty much a good guy
Thinks givin’ toys to kids is keen
But not to the bad ones
Who work at being mean.”

“So?” said Johnny. 
 “Don’t mean much to me!  
I don’t really believe 
In Santa Claus you see!”

“Well go ahead and take your chances.” I said.
“Go ahead and think they’re lies.
But don’t come cryin’ to me 
When Santa rips out your eyes!

When this Santa comes to see you 
He’s apt to leave a mess
Cos’ you see he spells his 
Name Santa C-L-A-W-S!”

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