When Your Ho, Ho, Ho
When your Ho, Ho, Ho is a no, no, no
Then you must open the lung
Then just blow, blow, blow your Ho, Ho, Ho
It’ll slip right off the tongue
See, your Ho, Ho, Ho must resonate
A sturdy, wordy bellow
That's if you want to replicate
That Big Ole Santa fellow
If your Ho, Ho, Ho just won’t go, go, go
You could sit on some hot coal
Then you know, know, know you will Ho, Ho, Ho
From way deep down in your soul
Merry Christmas
12/25/18
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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