Santas Considered Opinion

Santa’s in lockdown, he’s not very happy The reindeer are restless and now getting scrappy The elves are all sitting and nibbling their nails The sleigh is just sat there, no wind in its sails So Christmas is gone, it’s this year’s last day He sits all alone in the back of the sleigh He’s had a few gins so whilst it’s not wise He’s taking her up... if she still flys He hitches the sleigh to the reindeer and sighs As they gallop away into overcast skies He looks back behind him and briefly he lingers To give twenty twenty two stiff middle fingers