Jolly Saint Nick
It was late Christmas Eve
When awakened by a noise
I was hoping it was Santa
With a hefty bag of toys
Peeking from my bedroom
Caught a vision really wild
Santa covered all in tinsel
And giggling like a child
He spun around the floor
As if nothing else to lose
Stripped down to his boxers
Wearing ballerina shoes
Still whirling like a dervish
I guess he couldn't see
After tripping on the sofa
He crashed into our tree
But still he kept on laughing
As though a great big joke
He then lit up his pipe
And blew out a cloud of smoke
There was such a pungent odor
I could tell it wasn't holly
It smelled like Maui Wowie
No wonder he's so jolly
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2022
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