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‘Twas just about midnight,
I looked out the window. I saw what I saw, but, It couldn’t have been so. I observed looking up,
In the night sky to see, It was old Kris Kringle, Sitting there on a tree. ‘Twas the craziest thing,
So, I squinted my eyes. Santa had something, Between his big thighs.
It was hard to believe,
It went straight up his arse. An immense Christmas tree, This must be a farce. He seemed to be injured,
Yet, the reindeer were laughing. Yes, Santa looked dreadful, Still Rudolph was clapping. And then I saw sticking,
Out his massive red nose,
The top of said tree,
it was fairly exposed.
He suddenly let out,
An extremely big sneeze,
then out popped a star,
To come crown it with ease.
I ran out and shouted,
“Hey! will you be all right?
Are you stuck there, marooned?
Will you be there all night?”
He looked down toward me, I saw he was still, He looked as if through me, He relinquished the toys, I propelled all the toys, The stuff sold real quickly, I’m guessing the doctor, |