Who is THAT happy? Honestly… it’s a bit freakish.
rosy cheeks? that’s from his perverted nature/ when kiddies sit on his lap.
the fatass eats all my cookies and milk every year, and leaves me NONE .
he breaks into little kids’ homes and leaves them stuff… who DOES that? hasn’t anyone ever taught him how to steal?!
Secluded and living with elves… we can all bet what’s going on there.
north pole? how ‘bout freezin’ effin’ cold.
who is THAT crazy?! honestly… it’s a bit freakish.
But only my dear Santa can pull it off each year I grow older.
I love him with a passion.
He may break into my house, but I know he’s just spreading what little joy can come from a freakish fat man who is as old as time itself.
Santa = LOVE .