Be One With The Squat!

Christmas filled with such love and joy,

That one relative who we all like to annoy,

Stockings hung so incredibly sound,

I bet that damn cat will tear them down!

Smells of nutmeg, cinnamon set a nice hue!

Until your Uncle fills the house with, well, pee-u!

We must find the joy that Christmas does bring!

Songs filled with love and joy will we all sing!

Sentiment willl fill every heart and soul!

As Santa enters bringing us no coal,

His cholesterol high, his knees shot from sittin’,

He’ll cough a few times, phlegmy, into his mitten,

With a breath, he will say through his pipe made of cob,

Enjoy this time, Pal, cause you still have a job!

Away he will go with touch of his nose,

A smile and bow (sorry to all, for my lousy prose),

He’ll stumble to his left and then to his right,