The trick of old Saint Nick
Say, what's this Santa story year to year,
And toys for all the girls and boys?
You'd better not pout or cry a tear
Or sad might be your Christmas joys.
Eight nosed Reindeer and a sleigh
Why you think someone could click a pic?
Yet no one alive can ever say
They sure pulled the beard of old Saint Nick.
Now I again, this time of year,
Have never heard these December Elves!
They grant your wish then disappear,
Then to legend stock up Santa's shelves?
And there's no old man that's red and round
That can chisel down a chimney shaft.
His feet could never touch the ground.
Such folklore myths are dark age daft.
Hmm, I can't believe this North Pole tale
With Santa streaming through the air.
But on Christmas day, if Santa isn't ---
The baby Jesus is always there!