Santa packed his merry sleigh, Toys and goodies, and on his way. He was fatter this year since he last flew, He figured it wouldn’t hurt, a pound or two. But when he went to get in his seat, He found it to be quite a feat Even with an expander belt, He wouldn’t fit unless he’d melt. He ended up in just his suspenders So depressed he went on a bender. Santa now was just plain stoned He’d call for a lift if he could find a phone He knew at this point he was very late, He knew… Read more »
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