Bedtime on Christmas Eve…

Gotta go to bed,

So those visions of sugar thumbs can dance in my head,

Sticking my thumb right into the syrup, then sucking it,

Taking care of my oral needs for hours while I sit…

Gotta go to bed,

So Santa can squeeze down my sewer tank snorkel,

Little will he realize till he gets to the bottom,

What he is in for, boy will he smell the rest of the night,

The reindeer will be asking who cut the cheese,

Santa will keep it to himself, his poor wife, oh geez…

Gotta go to bed,

But I did leave half a gallon of sour milk out,

Also I just could not resist eating half the cookies,

But I left him the other half, all ten of them, well at least halves,

What can I say; I have to do things my way, got the milk from my calves…

Gotta go to bed,

The NORAD tracking radar says,

Santa is on his way here bringing me my Pez,

Rufuz will let me know when he does arrive,

If he in fact does, after my sewer tank, survive…

        © ed ~ 12/24/04