Walking down the street,
I hear the stomping of feet.
The chimes of ringing bells sound,
Calling out to all around.
As I pass by I drop some change in,
And listen to it clang into the bottom of Santa's tin.
Santa smells of alcohol and doesn't have much hair,
Instead it rather looks like he had an accident with some Nair.
After moving past him I let loose a great big sigh,
And then I see IT out of the corner of my eye.
There in the toy store window it stands tall and proud,
Moving closer I see it as though floating on a cloud.
It puffs, toots, and chugs about,
Making all the children shout.
Glancing up onto my right,
I see a bright red Christmas light.
The spirit of this time of year,
Reminds me of the little reindeer.
They prance and dance and jump about,
And look in awe at Rudolph's snout.
The season's filled with many joys,
And lots and lots and lots of toys!