T'was the night before Christmas
and Santa was a wreck...
The Elves were on strike,
For a bigger paycheck.

Four reindeer where down
with a bad case of the flu
And the IRS wanted
a piece of him too.

His wife Mrs. Clause was on P.M.S.
and scolded him soundly
Which caused him distress.

Then all of a sudden,
at the front door
came a very loud knock ,
and then nothing more

Santa stormed over all red in the face
Flung open the door , At a furious pace.
There stood an angel as pretty as can be,
and she said:
"Hey Fat boy, where do you want this tree?"


And that is how the angel ended up at the top of the Christmas tree.


Merry Christmas.

Peter.