Mrs. Claus debated what she'd have for dinner on Christmas Day,
Then, she saw all those reindeer hitched behind her husband's sleigh,
So, she cooked up venison roasts,
For all those elves she had to host,
And, Santa hoped his packages would arrive by USPS by Christmas Day.
PHIL FEARS THE CRITTER OF THE YEAR Phil fears the year of the snake, Those critters make him shake and quake, Bring back the year of the rat, Phil swings a mean baseball bat, But, he's not so good with a rake. WHY DO SNAKES HAVE THEIR OWN YEAR? Why do snakes get a year to themselves? Gnomes don't and neither do elves, And, a whole can of Deet, Won't keep snakes off my feet, Or, from sleeping on my vanity shelves.
Wayland the Smith was the king of all elves,
He worked in Detroit making pistons and valves,
He got tired one day,
From his hard work at low pay,
So, he led his ilk to make cars for themselves.