Heave The Ho Ho Ho®
It was karaoke night at the local tavern
nearing Christmas Eve,
a crusty old man named Vern
had coldness up his sleeve.
All of a sudden a barfly
thought she'd attempt a song,
then his gruff demeanor went bye bye
leaving him pleasant to be around all night long.
If missing teeth was my only worry
i'd be laughing too,
instead i just wanna hurry
and drown my sorrows without My Pooh.
All me myself wants for Christmas
is Faron's Smile with all His beautiful teeth,
then i'd hang on the door a thank you sign for Old Kris
tied up in a welcoming wreath.
But Kris Kringle needn't bother here
cause what i want he can't bring,
if he could only steer
his sleigh To Heaven those golden bells would all over ring!
Copyright© 2012
Sally
P.S.
Dear God,
Please Tell That Santa Guy
i know he means well in spite
of the fact that i
won't have here any good night
No No No!
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