A Christmas poem: When Santa Claus Fell off his Sleigh
There were no presents that Christmas Day
When Santa Claus fell off his sleigh.
He was drunk and it was windy,
He steered Rudolph into a chimney.
He took a tumble off the roof.
Poor Prancer’s got a broken hoof,
And Cupid’s only Christmas wish
Is to be cut free from the satellite dish.
Dasher’s got whiplash and Donna’s dizzy,
And all the elves are in a tizzy.
So, if you want presents, don’t ask an elf,
You’ll have to buy the gifts yourself.
By Justin Cooper