Santa's Little Worrier
I lie alone this eve, in the dark
watching from mama's fire place, glittering spark.
I a wait'on fur what seemed like ages
as in ma mind my anticipation rages.
How will that feller get down mama's chimney
He is so far from what folks call skinny
Will I have to call for him that there emergency team
Oh what if his suit busts at the seam
That jolly old Christmas fellow
will he scream, yell and bellow
as he lands amongst that soot
As he descends from our roof
Well I've waited fur furever, well for soooo long
I'd better, to keep a wake--- sing a Christmas song
The words of Santa's reindeer come quickly to ma mind
Gosh I hope he don't burn his behind...
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