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SANTA'S TALE

Dear Santa got drunk the night before,
Mrs. Claus ran away with her mentor; 
Woke up with a headache,
For breakfast had a pancake,
Went to get Alka Seltzer from the drugstore.

The next day he prepared all of his gifts,
The Elves got tired working night shifts;
He saddled his reindeers,
Took off without fears,
Instead of chimneys, he used the lifts.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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