Poor Santa’s Signs of the Times

You know they say times are getting rougher

And even I can see the signs for sure

Santas going to be downsizing to a mobile home

I just got evicted because I’m too poor

I had to lay off half my elves this year

Wee buggers wanted more pay and less hours

Threatened Santa they’d form a little union

So much for all Santa’s magic powers

Sold off extra inventory in the toy shop

But the IRS says I still didn’t pay enough

The President said we need to work together

Goodness gracious me, I know he has it rough

Mrs. Claus turned out to be such a little bitch

Her sugar cookies were a thin disguise

She ran off with some guy named Jack Frost

It really didn’t come as a surprise

I’m thinking maybe its time I stepped down

Real estate broker said he had an offer over the top

From someone wants to build something called…

The Punjab Easter Bunny Shop!