Santa Is Sick
The year without Santa has a special twist,
He caught a cold from giving a kiss.
He coughed and sneezed,
Cussed his runny nose,
He put on wool socks to warm his cold toes.
He lied in bed coughing and hacking,
While his wife set beside him telling stories and yacking.
No presents this year for the little kids,
Candy in stockings coals to get rid.
No flying around from house to house,
Old Santa was sick from kissing that mouse!
No cookies or milk,
Crumbs left behind,
No more merry Christmas hello or goodbye.
Unhook all the reindeer,
Lay off the elves,
Put the toys on hold,
And back on them shelves.
No Santa this year,
For Santa is sick,
Christmas is cancelled
And went by quick.
Santa won’t fly as he lies in bed,
Let’s hope and pray he don’t wind up dead!!!!!!!!!!!
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