The Plump Rump Present Dump
There is an old hippy that lives at the North Pole. He chugs from his mug and puffs on his bowl. His mug of cider is both warm and sweet. His bowl of tobacco is his once a week treat. ~ Mama makes brownies to keep hubby plump. This task is made easy as he sits on his rump. The elves do the work most of the year, until Santa is called to guide his reindeer. ~ He then flies the globe in the dark of night. And he’s only one chance to get it all right. The clock is ticking with no hour hand. Quickly he soars over cities, oceans and sand. ~ A long list he keeps so no one is missed. He then gobbles up cookies and sometimes is kissed. Then kids everywhere wake to presents galore. Then Santa will rest for another year more.
~*~ SCK020321
