when santa g.s u.t c.
he began to shout and swear
'its perishing cold And I'm getting too old',
then tore out all his hair.
Then Rudolf said
''We want our beds and Santa wants his too,''
when santa g. s.u.t.c......

v4W.s.g.s.u.t.c.he blamed it on the grub.
Too many mince pies had expanded his size ,
too many pints downed in the pub.
When I get out of here I'll come off the beer ,
the cakes and the crisps will go too.
When s.g.s.u.t.c.....

words by me.

your all welcome to share.Happy Christmas one and all.

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