Santa married my love sick mama. She fell in love with his red pajama. He fell down the chimney carrying. Her ring; she would be marrying. Beside the fire was placed his milk. Mama was standing in her pink silk. On Santa's plate was one cookie. She said, "I love this fat rookie." "This year, I will fix him a juicy turkey." "Instead of beans and tough beef jerky." "Aslo stuffing, gravy, and cherry pie," "salad, and cake shaped like his necktie." "I will fix for him his favorite burnt ham," "Instead of out-of-the-can cold Spam." "I will never again give him a pink weiner." "Cause it made him much more meaner." Santa said, "why did you cook my raindeer?" She said, " I plan for you to change your career." "Now, you can wear the plaid red kilt." "While I cross my legs, there's no guilt." "Santa, I am so glad that I married you." "My Christmas will be merry full of pink marabou." Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
This is Santa's lucky year, as he has met his true love. Finally finding
the right woman by falling down many chimneys, while the world sleeps.
This one woman stands by the fire and captures his heart. This is a poem
from my Christmas collection. "May this Christmas be a joyous one for you."
Marva L. Dowdin
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