I'm back. Sit back and relax it's gettin' good.
His eyes - how they twinkled! (the lady says I have twinkling eyes)
His dimples: how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,(are we talkin' front or back cheeks?)
His nose like a cherry (duh, he's been outside in the cold all night)
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, (droll? Who wrote this?)
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. (some dogs are afraid of beards, not me)
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, (Santa, you need to kick that nasty habit)
And the smoke, it envircled his head like a wreath. (Sure hope you don't set off the smoke alarm)
He had a broad face and a little round belly (put down the cookies Santa)
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly (you and Mustang Sally need to be workout partners)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, (again Santa, I did not call you fat)
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself (well, think about it, furry, fat guy with a red outfit running around with elves. That's funny stuff!)
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head (I can wink too)
Soon led me to know I had nothing to dread. (The only thing I'm dreading is living with Ricky if he doesn't get what he wants for Christmas, YIKES!)
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, (get er done Santa!)
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk (ah hah, that's what the hanging socks is all about)
And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose (wow, I gotta try that trick)
Let me get back to you. I gotta try that.
~Salsa
His eyes - how they twinkled! (the lady says I have twinkling eyes)
His dimples: how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,(are we talkin' front or back cheeks?)
His nose like a cherry (duh, he's been outside in the cold all night)
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, (droll? Who wrote this?)
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow. (some dogs are afraid of beards, not me)
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, (Santa, you need to kick that nasty habit)
And the smoke, it envircled his head like a wreath. (Sure hope you don't set off the smoke alarm)
He had a broad face and a little round belly (put down the cookies Santa)
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly (you and Mustang Sally need to be workout partners)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, (again Santa, I did not call you fat)
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself (well, think about it, furry, fat guy with a red outfit running around with elves. That's funny stuff!)
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head (I can wink too)
Soon led me to know I had nothing to dread. (The only thing I'm dreading is living with Ricky if he doesn't get what he wants for Christmas, YIKES!)
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, (get er done Santa!)
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk (ah hah, that's what the hanging socks is all about)
And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose (wow, I gotta try that trick)
Let me get back to you. I gotta try that.
~Salsa