Santa's Plight
Enters homes in the middle of night
doing his best to stay out of sight
with him a bag of toys
for little girls and boys
who screech in the morning with delight
Jolly old Saint Nick must be a sprite
Coming down the chimney would be tight.
Form his head to his foot
he is covered in soot
or singed by a fire burning bright
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