Hot Pants

Hot Pants Santa was slimming cos Christmas was near By sharing his lunch with his favourite reindeer For chimney stacks seem to get thinner each year But he got a shock when his sleigh landed here I don’t know what Santa Claus thought he would do My wood burning stove has a five inch flue Somehow he got in and he had a straight fall To the right angle bend where it goes through the wall I doubt he intended to land on his ass (In English English... ****) I’d much rather see Santa’s face through the glass Stuck tight he can’t get his mince pies and beers Cos he’s landed scrunched up with his feet by his ears This gift drop has turned out a bit of a joke His beard has turned black and the room’s full of smoke Apparently Santa’s not terribly bright Why didn’t he check if stove was alight