Are you wearing a Santa outfit?
Does it
come with all the kit?
The boots
and beard and hat
And padding
to make you look fat
I didn’t
believe in Santa anymore
Now I see
you and I think phwor
Are you wearing a Santa outfit?
Does it
come with all the kit?
The boots
and beard and hat
And padding
to make you look fat
I didn’t
believe in Santa anymore
Now I see
you and I think phwor
Christmas time is very nice
But if I
might offer some advice
You can add
a spot of yuletide spice
If you
indulge in a little festive vice
Have a little yuletide fun
Make it
deliciously sinful
With your
little Christmas hon
Tied up
with tinsel
I saw a figure
On the
stair
Wearing red
velvet
Trimmed
with fur
It was
Santa Claus
In my view
With long
white beard
And hat
askew
But not a
Santa
Of familiar
build
And no sack
was apparent
Generously
filled
I thought
the figure
To my
surprise
Was rather
pleasing
To the eyes
And curiously
aroused
At the view
Of Santa
In red
stiletto shoes
At that
moment
At the top
of the stair
The coat
fell open
And I do
declare
This sight
of Santa
Left me
aghast
Wearing
black stockings
And leather
Basque
The white
beard
Fell to the
floor
And then I
understood
What I saw
Santa
hadn’t brought me
A gift in a
sack
Santa was
the present
For me to unwrap
Fairy, fairy on the tree
Why do you look so glum?
Is it the Christmas Blues?
To which you have succumbed
Is that what makes you sad
Or the needles up your bum
You must definitely make sure
Her
Christmas sack is full
Then if
your dear is happy
Your
cracker might get a pull
A hearty Christmas greeting
Merry
Christmas to one and all
Tonight excitement fills the air
The night Santa comes to call
With gifts galore for everyone
To be piled high beneath the tree
Christmas
Eve anticipation never fails
To fills
our hearts with glee