T'was the night before Christmas
The kids were in bed
Dreaming of Santa
All dressed up in red
The wife was upstairs
Wrapping gifts in our room
I was watching old Scrooge
In old London gloom
when out of the blue
there was a knock at the door
I leapt from the couch
and i slipped on the floor
i answered the knock
i still got there quick
and to my surprise
there stood St. Nick
"Please, sir I pray"
"may I enter through here"
"My stomach is churning"
"an explosion is near"
I pointed the way
first door on the right
Santa went off
To relieve himself right
My wife came downstairs
She asked 'bout the knock
I said go upstairs
She'd think my tale was a crock
The bathroom door opened
Santa came out
Then he told me the tale
Of what this all was about
"All of these houses"
"with warm milk and cookies"
"get my gut growling"
"like a room full of wookies"
"Soy, two percent"
"almond and skim"
"all mixed together"
"the result is quite grim"
"It started to churn"
"and I was getting quite frantic"
"I was just coming in"
"from above the Atlantic"
"Most years it's fine"
"But, this soy...never try it"
"it should really be banned"
"not put in one's diet"
"Do you mind if I sit"
"for a while just in case"
"I've got more houses to hit"
"And it will be a race"
My wife stood quite still
In fact she'd not said a word
Imagine your toliet downstairs
Home to dear Santa's ****
I offered a drink
Something to settle him down
He said thanks, but begged off
And he gave a slight frown
"I've got to get going"
"Time stops just so long"
"Thanks for your help"
"It could have all gone so wrong"
He filled up our stockings
He called his reindeer by name
"I'll bypass the chimney
and I'll leave as I came"
I looked at my wife
We both said "oh well"
I mean when you take it all in
Just who could we tell?
So, in future please listen
take a second and think
It could end up quite bad
don't leave him soy milk to drink
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
T'was the night before Christmas
The kids were in bed
Dreaming of Santa
All dressed up in red
The wife was upstairs
Wrapping gifts in our room
I was watching old Scrooge
In old London gloom
when out of the blue
there was a knock at the door
I leapt from the couch
and i slipped on the floor
i answered the knock
i still got there quick
and to my surprise
there stood St. Nick
"Please, sir I pray"
"may I enter through here"
"My stomach is churning"
"an explosion is near"
I pointed the way
first door on the right
Santa went off
To relieve himself right
My wife came downstairs
She asked 'bout the knock
I said go upstairs
She'd think my tale was a crock
The bathroom door opened
Santa came out
Then he told me the tale
Of what this all was about
"All of these houses"
"with warm milk and cookies"
"get my gut growling"
"like a room full of wookies"
"Soy, two percent"
"almond and skim"
"all mixed together"
"the result is quite grim"
"It started to churn"
"and I was getting quite frantic"
"I was just coming in"
"from above the Atlantic"
"Most years it's fine"
"But, this soy...never try it"
"it should really be banned"
"not put in one's diet"
"Do you mind if I sit"
"for a while just in case"
"I've got more houses to hit"
"And it will be a race"
My wife stood quite still
In fact she'd not said a word
Imagine your toliet downstairs
Home to dear Santa's ****
I offered a drink
Something to settle him down
He said thanks, but begged off
And he gave a slight frown
"I've got to get going"
"Time stops just so long"
"Thanks for your help"
"It could have all gone so wrong"
He filled up our stockings
He called his reindeer by name
"I'll bypass the chimney
and I'll leave as I came"
I looked at my wife
We both said "oh well"
I mean when you take it all in
Just who could we tell?
So, in future please listen
take a second and think
It could end up quite bad
don't leave him soy milk to drink
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