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Poor Santa.


Poor Santa, what a shame, he's really in a state,
He dropped his presents all over the floor, it's getting very late!

Rudolph's getting angry, and won't do as he's told,
Cos he's feeling really knackered, waiting in the snow and cold!

Poor Santa's really struggling, poor lad, he's got the flu,
He had no replacement, and didn't know what to do?

So he braved the windy weather, and struggled all alone,
Even the elves weren't very well, so they all stayed at home!

On and on he trudged, and climbed down chimneys galore,
To leave some little gifts, cos Santa knew the score!

If he'd stayed at home, all tucked up in bed,
On Xmas day, there'd be hell to pay, so he had to visit instead!

Poor Santa, what a shame, plodding on through the snow,
By now there was a blizzard, and he didn't know which way to go?

He reached into his sack, but there was nothing there to find,
He'd delivered all his gifts, cos Santa is so kind!

So Xmas eve, when we are home, all tucked up in bed,
Give a thought to poor Santa, who has to work instead!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!



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