Ode to Santa and the Economy
There goes Santa, running for his sleigh;
He’s gotta run fast, to get away.
You see, the economy has struck the North Pole as well;
The elves are on strike, and his wife is givin' em' hell.
These days when Santa appears at the local department store;
It’s not just for fun or photos, but for gifts he needs to score.
He'll check the store layout and make a quick dash;
Why even Santa max'd out his credit card and is low on cash.
So off he goes, into the night;
To find those gifts, and get out of sight.
Now, he’s not going to make a whole lot of stops;
‘Cause look out Santa… here comes the cops.
Santa leaps to his sleigh and flys far into the night;
Carrying all those gifts, on his yearly flight.
Way into the morning, the police search high and low;
Only to find a few tracks left in the snow.
You'll hear all the alarms blaring, late into the night;
But old Saint Nick will be long gone, and clean out of sight.
Santa has to be quick, to have it done by Christmas Eve;
So many gifts, and so many places to be…
The presents will be wrapped, and the tags will be off;
Cause old Santa is very careful, not to get caught.
So check your presents, early on Christmas day;
(Keep it hush-hush if they're from Santa, OK...?)
Now, I don’t know if Old Saint Nick, stopped at your house or not;
But If he did … … … … …
.....THOSE GIFTS ARE . . . HOT ! !
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