One ring-e-ding-e Two ring-e-ding-e Three ring-e-ding-e Four
Light the fire place and lock all the doors
If he gets in with a finger side his nose
We've broken glass to cut up his toes
A restraining order tacked on the chimney up high
I have my trained squirrels to chew out his eyes
Bury his things out under the old shad
Make sure his rain deer are butchered and dead
Make sure his rain deer are butchered and deaddddd
This is just a song so please don't you fear
For old Saint Nick keeps me well stocked beer
For old Saint Nick keeps me well stocked beerrrrr
One ring-e-ding-e Two ring-e-ding-e Three ring-e-ding-e Four
3 comments:
Okay, I missed this one last time I came by. Hmmmm. This one falls on the darker side. However, you know me, I've been known to walk there sometimes myself.
I think be very relieved old Saint Nick knows how to keep beer in stock as well as toys.
Hope all is well and that 2014 will bring more Ellis poems to the world.
It's hard to hold anything against a Santa who comes with a 24 pack!
As long as the Beer lasts- Ho ho ho.
Just an old song, eh?
i wonder what reindeer meat tastes like.
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