Swimming in a sea of red
Snow blows bitter against his head
Beard is crusted in thick ice
Tonight he finds out who's been naughty
And who's been nice
Battling the bitter cold
Bags of gifts and bags of coal
Reindeer fly throughout the night
Guided by the bright red nose
Their guiding light
Sliding down the chimney tube
Milk and cookies for his food
Placing gifts under the trees
He flies away now that his mission
Has been achieved
Back at his frozen north pole home
He down's eggnog and then he bones
His horny wife she wants it bad
And Santa gets the greatest gift
He's ever had.
I wrote this and can't stand that i wrote a christmas poem...... but tis the season.....
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