Papa Noel, Father Christmas, Santa Claus
Whatever you call him, the choice is yours
The furry white beard, the ample frame
Wherever you are he’s still the same
With his reindeer and his sleigh
Delivering presents come what may
To good children, never bad
And this is what makes me rather sad
For even naughty children should still receive
A little gift the day after Christmas Eve
After all, they’re only kids
And how could anybody possibly forbid
That just isn’t nice believe you me
To find no pressie under the Christmas tree
It once happened to me when I was young
No present found no song was sung
And did it affect me as I grew up?
Of course it did so shut up!
Christmas comes just once a year,
Which makes your parents smile from ear to ear.
For Christmas does not come cheap,
The prices of gifts is rather steep.
Rather than asking for quite so many,
Consider telling them to save their pennies.
This may sound tough and you’d rather not,
But think of all the nice stuff you’ve got.
The video games, the dolls, the BMX bike,
So many things I’d rather like.
As a matter of fact, beg for more,
Get more and more gifts forget the poor.
Don’t you worry you’re doing a good deed,
Because I’m actually quite in need.
If you do I’ll stop my rant,
And no longer say that you can’t.
Ask for Christmas to stop by more,
Get your parents down to the store.
Then pretty soon it’ll be thrice a year,
And make your parents frown from ear to ear.
Surplus rhymes from 'Elias Zapple's Rhymes from the Cabbage Patch' that were sitting, gathering dust and getting mouldy.