The reindeer are looking so grim
Cause Santa is still way too trim
Since he cut out desserts
And wears much smaller shirts,
The kids just won't recognize him.
I'd fasten my socks to the mantle
Just under the pine-scented candle
But they're probably too small
And the stress of it all
is much more than I can handle.
My dog has been begging for treats
And he's laying on top of my feets
He whines and he drools,
Till I put down my tools
And give him some treats he can eats.
Whenever I start to wash dishes
I look at the sink and I wishes
My cat wouldn't drink
From the dishes that stink
Then pi$$ in the tank with the fishes...
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