Santa Claus is Coming to Town
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Look closely at the cats!


Who's jolly and cute,


Wearing a beard and

a red flannel suit,


And if he is chuckling 

and laughing away,


While flying around 

in a miniature sleigh,

With eight tiny reindeer
to pull him along, 


Then let's face it..

Your eggnog's too strong!


Sunshineauthor of this award winning "poem" unknown

Merry Christmas and
a Happy 2O1O


If I Were Old Santa

If I were ol' Santa, you know what I'd do?
I'd dump silly gifts that are given to you 
And deliver some things just inside your front door

 ..things you have lost, but treasured before. 

I'd give you back all your maidenly vigor, and to go along with it, a neat tiny figure.  Then restore the old color that once graced your hair before rinses and bleaches took residence there. 

I'd bring back the shape with which you were gifted, so things now suspended need not be uplifted. I'd draw in your tummy and smooth down your back,till you'd be a dream in those tight fitting slacks. 

I'd remove all your wrinkles and leave only one chin , so you wouldn't spend hours rubbing grease on your skin. 
You'd never have flashes or queer dizzy spells  and you wouldn't hear noises, like ringing of bells.

No sore aching feet and no corns on your toes.  No searching for spectacles when they're right on your nose.  Not a shot would you take in your arm, hip or fanny  from a doctor who thinks you're a nervous old granny. 

You'd never have a headache, so no pills would you take. And no heating pad needed since your muscles
won't ache. 

Yes, if I were Santa, you'd never look stupid.  You'd
be a cute little chick with the romance of a cupid. 

I'd give a lift to your heart when those wolves start
to whistle , and the joys of your heart would be light
as a thistle.

But alas! I'm not Santa.  I'm simply just me:  The matronest of matrons you ever did see. 

I wish I could tell you all the symptoms I've got, but I'm due at my doctor's for an estrogen shot. 

Even though we've grown older this wish is sincere "Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year!"
author unknown




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Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
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J. Fred Coots, Henry Gillespie (c) 1934 

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list,
And checking it twice;
Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not cry.
Better not pout, I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

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