To the tune of "Joy to the World"

Joy to the world that Santa's dead.
We barbequed his head.
And what about his body?
We flushed it down the potty,
And round and round it goes,
And round and round it goes,
And row-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ownd it goes.

Blessings,
Barbara,
who learned it from her fourth grade daughter.