Santa Hit 40 Stone
Old St. Nick could hardly fit into his huge red sleigh
his reindeers groaned when they were alone
that it was never meant to be this way
364 days of eating and drinking everything in sight
his belt was on the first hole and boots were getting tight
buttons were all popping and pants starting to split
his nose was matching Rudolph's from always being lit
how could they fly and pull this guy whose weight was 40 stone
his massive size and all the toys were way too much they'd moan
so, they went on strike, no toys from Santa they were sad to say
that made for an extremely unhappy Christmas day
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