He comes around but once a year
spreading joy, laughter and cheer
But how do you think he feels when he gets home
after traveling the globe, jet lagged and owned
His nagging, yelling, old wife
Mrs. Claus screams, “time for your real life,
do your chores get ready for dinner”
Can’t you see he’s not getting any thinner?
Out all night, traveling through time
giving presents to kids, no time to dine
Cookies and milk is all he eats
in several countries, he barely fits in his seat
on his sled, the reindeer whimper
can’t we just go back for dinner?
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