What’s Cook-in, Santa?
Down the chimney came the Jolly fat-man
It was obvious that the geezer had him a plan
With sack on his back, he slid down the stack
And landed on the stove, in the midst of the ham.
My wife was glazing the Porker’s back side
So when Santa hit that main course, she took it in stride.
She yelled out some words that I’d never heard
Then she whacked him a good –one on his rose-red hide.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Santa said in a hurry,
“Wrong chimney, my mistake, outside, there’s a flurry!
The storm is so strong I guessed chimney’s wrong
And the snow in my eyes just made things all blurry!”
We all forgave Claus when he opened his sack
After all he is Santa and we want him coming back.
And for Christmas dinner, Ham, Cheese, and Mac.
Not so great for dinner, but it’s a really great snack.
D. Thurmond / JE Falcon
11-29-2018
