What's Up With Santa

What's up with Santa Chimneys not swept Santa isn't happy He is sick of the soot making him snappy Families have lost the one thing that gives a room soul A roaring fire of wood or coal Toasting your toes as well as the bread Held in front of the coals which are glowing red Back to Santa who is beginning to stumble No longer mince pies, sometimes fruit crumble The tot of whisky has become a shot and Fanta The reindeers are fed up, with a drunk Santa. Talking of striking which isn't pleasant A Xmas morn without any presents All because Santa can't say no to the offings Quaffing the goodies that are left out for him So come you Mam's and Dad this is the test Chimneys clean a mince pie and tot is best Children will wake up to a happy morn Celebrate the day a baby boy was born. Reindeers will be happy too, that's nice So will the elves and the live in mice Happy Xmas Santa, once more you have survived Delivered the parcels and kept tradition alive Left me a sackful that's kind of lumpy Opened to find a red eyed Santa that's grumpy So night night Santa time for a snooze Remember next year to keep off the booze Penned 22 November 2014