Tripping over matchbox cars,
tumbling and making a bruise,
Old Saint Nick saw stars
and a spilling apple juice.
"That's it!" he exclaimed,
"Now i'm really hot,
and overly ashamed!"
"This year i'm going on strike.
I'm stealing all the goodies,
wrapped presents,
yes even Billy's new bike."
In the chimney I will poop,
in the stockings I will puke,
but even lower I will stoop
to flush Sarah's goldfish named Duke.
I'll finish each stop
with a special treat,
i'll drop each cookie
and trample it with my feet.
But why stop there?,
lets do just two things more
every house needs more air
so I will open every window and every door.
Now pleased with all i've done,
i'll climb back into my sleigh,
and remember all my fun,
and vow to do it all over again someday!