He sneaks into your house late at night
while you sleep creeps around, lights shine bright
his full sack he then spills
neath your tree, oh such thrills
Then he enters your chimney, delight.
Bringing you puppies and sweeties in his big blacked out van
He sneaks into your house late at night
while you sleep creeps around, lights shine bright
his full sack he then spills
neath your tree, oh such thrills
Then he enters your chimney, delight.
aaack! seriously though B& E as a good thing? (breaking and entering no no mr santa bad santa)
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I caught a glimpse of him once. Biggest sack I’ve ever seen.
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I like punctuation, but your poem works perfectly without it. Made me smile. 🙂
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Thanks cubby 🙂
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He spends all year filling it
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Lol 🙂
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“his full sack he then spills” … hohoho! … or is it just me?
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🙂 no you’re not alone lol
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