Santa, what a jolly old fellow
Wears lots of red but not much of yellow
Hapiness and joy he spreads across the world
Presents under the tree, quickly he hurled
Through chimney he went with a hury
For a reindeer had died which he had to bury
I was tired and bored... thats the only reason I wrote this and the poem before this...
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