Sneaky Santa
It really is very shocking,
when you start to think
and you wonder how he does it
and then vanishes in a blink.
It feels a little creepy,
when he is watching all year long
and knows if we have been bad or good
it says so in the song.
Things seem strange you know,
a man in a big red suit
Sneaking in like a thief
with a big red bag of loot.
Santa is sneaky,
it is like nothing you have known
and yet you leave him out treats
while he is breaking into your home.
You know that I am kidding,
and messing with your head
ignore all my playful banter
with every word I said.
Santa is a cherished story,
a child’s dearest friend
they write to him every year
till next year comes again.
Merry Christmas North Pole,
to Santa, his elves, and deer
here is to the holiday
and lots of Christmas cheer.
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