Twas the night, well, you know, before Christmas
But this night will go down as a farce
For our dear old friend Saint Nickolas
Was clearly drunk off his arse
He stumbled his way through the snow
His belly as big as a keg
"Too much nog" he thought to himself
"Perhaps not enough egg"
He dragged his massive sack (of gifts!)
Straight the top of the hill
Wandering why he chose to work
In the midst of winter chill
With a big swing and a bigger grunt
Santa chucked the bag at his sledge
Missed the damn thing by a mile
Watched the presents go over the edge

Help Santa deliver replacement gifts to all the boys and girls

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Made for Christmas jam 2019

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