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When Santa Claus came down my chimney, I thought he was a robber.

I grabbed my baseball bat and old Saint Nick got clobbered.

Santa had some compound fractures and he kept saying ouch.

I made his deliveries while he laid on my couch.

I climbed on my roof and got in his sled.

When I told the reindeers to fly, Prancer kicked me in the head.

I delivered the presents all around the world.

Because of me, there were a lot of happy boys and girls.

The next year I asked Santa for a new bowling ball because I love to bowl.

But when I checked my stocking, I saw that the fatso gave me a block of coal.