Santa came,
he was suppose to come,
he did it and felt no shame,
coming was a part of his game.
Even though it was only
the twenty-fourth,
Santa had brought his
big pole from the north.

Down from his stockings
hung some big nuts,
old Santa loved his fat butts.
Christmas was only a day away,
Santa couldn't wait that long
to make his play.
She too couldn't wait for
Christmas day.
It was the night before Christmas
when all through the house,
Santa screwed everything
but the mouse.
So I guess that makes him a louse.

Santa knew he had a job too do,
it was imperative that
he finish his screw.
He gave it one last thrust,
to Santa coming was a must.
All of sudden came his ho ho ho
he pulled up his pants
and hit the door.

Merry Christmas to all,
Santa had a ball.
Christmas he may come,
the same way he just came,
because Santa is his name,
and the devil is the blame.

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