Santa Clause
Too fat to go down a chimney,
too happy to be a pessimist.
Too repetitive to have spare clothing,
too hairy to go shopping.
Too rosy-cheeked to be warm,
laugh too much and he'll get a stroke.
Too threatening to disobey,
too secretive to be talkative.
Are the elves and reindeer really happy?
Or is this another example of:
MONSTROSITY?
What, is he a peeping Tom or something?
"...He knows when you are sleeping,
he KNOWS when you're awake."
'Nuff said.
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