At the North Pole © Tony Fallon 122617

At the North Pole © Tony Fallon 122617

When Santa got home this morning he was full of soot
His pants was torn and he only a sock on his right foot
Mrs. Claus met him at the door and sent him to the shed
Saying nobody looking like that is getting into my bed

She handed him a bucket of water a bar soap and towels
Saying if you hear something saying “who ?” it’ll be the owls
She said when you get back you’d better smell like a rose
And the last thing she gave him was a bag with clean clothes.

When he entered the shed even the pig was not impressed
And he kept grunting as Santa became more undressed
With the smell of the pig he thought he’d suffocate
By now he thought he’d be in bed starting to hibernate.

The reindeer were all scattered around burying into the straw
Trying desperately to warm themselves, trying to thaw
This was not an easy Christmas, for either man or beast
With so many big storms in America especially in the East

Bags for politicians were undelivered as they were quite naughty
Treating poor people with arrogance they were even haughty
So you can fool the people from Miami Utah and Atlanta
But when it comes to conclusions you can’t hood wink old Santa