Santa's Mishap
Santa's Mishap Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, With reindeer ready, he did believe. But alas, poor Santa had a bit to drink, His sleigh swerving, he couldn't think. Santa's nose, so brighter than Rudolph's, From what he’d drunk, certainly not the cold. "Santa," the elves warned, "you've had too much cheer, Let Mrs. Claus drive, it's crystal clear!" Jetting around on Christmas Eve no good to blow .05 Surely, Mrs Claus should drive Because if he gets caught by the RBT Then he’ll lose his licence indefinitely But Santa laughed, "I'm fine, my dear, Just spreading joy, no need for fear." Down the chimney, he tried to squeeze, Tripped on his boots, caught in a breeze. The elves were worried, the workshop in a fuss, Santa's driving skills were clearly a minus. Mrs. Claus took charge, said with a smile, "Santa, my love, you've been naughty for a while." She hopped in the sleigh, grabbed the reins, Guiding the team thr...