As Santa came down,
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew,
The fire out.
And that's when we heard him,
let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That's why there's no fire,
On Christmas Eve.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
As Santa came down,
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew,
The fire out.
And that's when we heard him,
let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That's why there's no fire,
On Christmas Eve.
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