Santa Claus: That Scary Hairy Man

Mommy, don’t make me

Please, please don’t take me

To see Santa Clause at the mall

There’s still time turn back

If I sit on his lap

There’s always the chance that I’ll fall!

 

His knees are (ouch!) knobbly

His legs are (yikes!) wobbly

And he has that strange look in his eye

His breath smells (eeew!) funny

His nose is (yuck!) runny

And he says he’s got pets that can fly!

 

So mommy, don’t make me

Please mom don’t you take me

To see Santa Clause at the mall

 

His fur hat you’ll note

Like his ketchup-red coat

Match the colour of his ruddy nose

And he wiggles his belly

It jiggles like jelly

Every time he erupts with ho-hos!

 

There’s still time turn back

‘Cos my favourite cap

Is at home, mom, I’ve just now recalled

 

His sack’s full of toys

For good girls and boys

But you said ‘don’t take presents from strangers’

He’s got fairies and elves

And wild reindeers by twelves

Really mom, there’s no end to the dangers!

 

So please please don’t make me

Mommy, don’t take me

To see Santa Clause at the mall

 

But if you insist

I’ll tell him my list

I’ll be brave, mom, I’ll give it a try

But he’s all big and hairy

Quite frankly, he’s scary

So don’t be surprised if I cry!

 

It’s too late to turn back

I just sat on his lap

And he whispered I had a great haul

Of gifts there for me

Waiting under the tree

Thanks mom, I like Santa after all!

 

Copyright 2007

 

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