“Well, ho, ho, ho” said Santa Claus.
“Now, who’s this little boy?”
“My name is Sammy Ramsbottom
And I’ve come here for my toy."
“Well, have you been a good boy then
And done what Mummy said?”
The start of all this questioning
Filled poor Sam with dread.
In truth young Sammy Ramsbottom
Had been an awful child
But when he thought of what he’d done,
His eyes lit up - he smiled.
“Come here then Sammy Ramsbottom
And sit on Santa’s knee.”
Well, sitting there poor Sam was stressed.
Alas he did a wee.
It soaked through Santa’s nice red suit,
And when it touched his skin,
The change in Santa’s countenance
Made young Sammy grin.
Santa jumped up from his seat
And through the door he fled,
For the colour of his face soon matched
His scarlet coat of red.
Sam’s mother called the manager:
“I want my money back!”
So to keep the peace he said to Sam –
“Take TWO gifts from the sack.”
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