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!
Surplus rhymes from 'Elias Zapple's Rhymes from the Cabbage Patch' that were sitting, gathering dust and getting mouldy.