Holly Day Cheer Oy Vey

Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay devoid of exhaust from swarm (bajillion) enroute without delay Santas Clauses gas guzzling hybridized motorized sleigh, coordinating global deliveries, via GPS devices with weather proof inlay, nor without the need to be caught unaware fall out from skies foggy gray regarding unexpected pellet size droppings from reindeer unless docile creatures made out of clay, on second thought maybe, I best remain indoors, sing alone in dolce and secretly lay in wait for fictitious busy body, and yell "HAY," whose charitable larding out gifts all the way around the webbed wide world purportedly all done for no pay, gives me reason (with rhyme) to pause, and be a bit suspicious eh, cuz there must be some legally tendered way hmm...maybe exploitation or unfair labor laws he doth not betray heavy set fellow oft times donning spectacles—tortoiseshell gray cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers, or skivvies flying over Bombay wearing a red coat housing undoubtedly sweating away bullets with white fur collar, now bulletproof in case he gets trapped in an alleyway, a red hat with white fur, topped of with nosegay and pistol tucked away black leather belt and boots hide say animal rights and sweat shop protesters deem unethical today so many trappings scream UPDATE maybe there's apps that zap from North Pole assay ying at light speed into electronically woven into trademark suits made in Uruguay by natives originally from Banda Aceh (pronounced as "H" "A") to completing stitching outfits in the event oven neigh unexpected tsu nam may as tends to happen unpredictably this time of year wreaking havoc leaving islanders homeless, dazed and astray.