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…
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 ! !
PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TO ALL MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! ! !
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