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Santa ComplainsSanta complains about being stuck Head first inside the chimney, He's trying to get the bag down there too On the bricks, he bangs his knees. He can't believe how many toys He's got to deliver to the boys and girls, Staying up so very late To travel around the entire world. He's tired of getting snowed on And rained on, as well, Every year he has to do this He gets a headache from the sleigh bells. His reindeer laugh at him Whenever things go wrong, He brings his discman with him To listen to different songs. The elves give him a hard time Every year that goes by, Always fighting over which one Has their turn in the sleigh to fly. Santa wants to know what it's like To relax, even one day of the year, Instead of putting toys together He would rather sit and have a beer. Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.8/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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