Santa's 8 Bulls
'Twas the night before Christmas'...
We all know how that goes,
A sleigh, some reindeer and cherry red nose.
The chubby guy with a bag full of loot,
Soot and ashes all over his suit.
Well this tale isn't about the poem or song,
It really happened and won't take long.
So, I'll get to the telling,
Of something quite compelling.
It happened one Christmas eve,
Something, so odd, you may not believe.
Santa fell asleep in my favorite chair,
The sight of that gave us a terrible scare.
There were millions of kids yet to go
And this fat guy might never show.
He needed a pick-me-up that's for sure.
A shot of adrenaline would just be the cure.
Not having that, we did what we could.
8 Red Bulls, plus coffee, would be just as good.
He quickly downed them, and got all hyped up,
Like a huge volcano about to erupt.
He hopped in his sleigh and started to fly,
Waved and yelled a hearty goodbye.
This delay could have been tragic,
But Christmas, we know, has special magic.
Kids soon had presents under their trees.
It's a good thing we didn't offer Santa Sleepy Time tea.
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