How on earth could I miss
A fat man
Slipping into my chimney
All my cookies went missing
And facts not dismissing
My whole Christmas was ruined again.
For my gifts, can't you see?
They all laid by the tree
But come morning,
They all had went missing
And now rumors have spread,
How they torment my head,
Of my mother and that slime ball kissing!
And the question of why?
Brought more tears to my eyes
As I shattered the Spode with a hammer
Though Dad grounded my rear,
I still live life in fear
'Till the day Cringle's locked in the slammer.
-Victor Tinsdale
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