I know that red haired witch from Freaky Fee's Halloween Party, what a wonderful time! and now after all we done she thinks we gonna make to Santa's list of good behaved children?
I think she has been deeping too much on my Captain Morgan Rum!

by Edvard the Elder


I wish that the old dumber fellow,
living around freezing North Pole
don’t look in the book of peccadilloes
or the Ed brothers will be in the hole,
but no me, I am the Elder one,
honest to a fault, don’t need to cajole,
with a big sock waiting to be filled
by Santa, a elf, Rudolph or the Pope.

Lets see, this past year twelve months
no really nasty thing I have done,
just a roll on the hay here and there,
that “lost” little pig a nice ham become,
thanks for big windows and lazy husbands,
old age make a stud more handsome,
and church collect plates are for the poor
to take a little for food and then some.

No, I don’t think Santa can pass me by,
not if he look to me others brothers,
as PeeWee trying to take his reindeer
to a abused animal’s shelter home,
and Jersey Devil Ed’s shenanigans
with Santa missus in the kitchen’s room,
no, if he looks around he will not see me
giving La Belle my very special rum.

He can well look the other side for once,
between old geezers should be a pardon,
for small and innocent peccadilloes
that one without knowing most have done,
drunks and babies only tell the truth
and I will not tell a lie to Santa, none,
if he hears a lot of hysterical giggling
I wish he graciously would it ignore,
La Belle is so ticklish by Christmas time
that keeping her quite is a big of a chore.