Santa Gets In Shape
Santa had been on a diet for ninety-three days.
He had not lost an inch or a pound for he loved to graze.
You may have to take up exercise, his mother told him.
He was reluctant to get a membership down at the gym.
They’ll laugh at me, call me names and indicate that I am fat.
Well, said his father, puffing up all big, what is wrong with that?
Santa ordered himself a small round tight taunt trampoline.
By Christmas day, he vowed, I had better be lean!
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