Santas Sack
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Cheers A bit if light hunour as required No offence mean't
I waited For Santa, I stayed up all night
I then saw the fat man, no undies in sight.
A bag he had hanging, t’was big red and bright
Ah yes I saw Santa, he swings left to right .
Copyright © Christine Watts | Year Posted 2022
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