Santa's Little Problem
Twas the night before Christmas
and Santa was gay
he'd drank several bottles
of Vodka that day
He knew it was wrong
to have drunken the booze
as he leaned on his sleigh
for a half an hour snooze
The reindeer were waiting
all eager and groomed
so fretful and anxious
for the big trip that loomed
The elves brought the parcels
of candy and toys
as Santa's loud snoring
had caused quite a noise
Poor Mrs. Claus was in
such a state with
visions of Santa
starting out late
So she ran for the coffee
a large steaming cup
in hopes that the java
would sober him up
She tipped the hot brew
to his white bearded mouth
and yelled in his ear
it was time to head south
Old Santa's eyes opened
as he gulped down the 'joe'
and yelled to his reindeer
"five more minutes to go"
They all took his arms
as he climbed in the sleigh
and prayed that the old man
would get on his way
The elves called in Buddy
an elf who was "dry"
and who promised to get
Santa's sleigh in the sky
Old Santa smiled
as he gave out a 'hick'
Merry Xmas to all
from a sobered St. Nick
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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