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SANTA'S QUANDARY

Christmas time is drawing near
Which brings good cheer to you,
But Santa's in a quandary,
He doesn't know what to do.

The Government's made changes,
Must be politically correct
Different rules are set in place
There's some toys he can't select.

Barbie dolls are off his list,
Said to reveal an image poor.
They could cause anorexia,
And Golliwogs to be no more.

Baseball bats and cricket bats
Must not be in appearance 
They could be used as weapons
And Santa has no insurance.

Matters have turned personal,
He's too fat so they have said,
He can't expect those reindeer
To pull his weight in a sled.

Activists set some reindeer loose,
To free them from pulling weight,
Which keeps him in a quandary
Now he has four instead of eight.

Santa's heard it has been told
'Merry Christmas' must not be said,
It may offend the Muslims
Can use 'Seasons' Greetings' instead.

Santa was feeling quite upset,
But Mrs. Clause said to reject,
All this silly stuff and nonsense
To be politically correct.

Santa took her wise advice,
Plus his reindeer's had come back.
He left shouting 'Merry Christmas'
With all promised toys in his sack.

Copyright © Vivien Wade Dec. 1016.

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