Santas favourite shape
Isn’t a rectangle
It’s much more obvious
It’s a tree angle
Santas favourite shape
Isn’t a rectangle
It’s much more obvious
It’s a tree angle
To keep track of fireplaces
He
has visited on his slog
Around
the globe Santa
Claus
has to keep a Log
I only made six
figures last year
I shouldn’t brag
but I can’t stop
But only six
figures wasn’t enough
Here’s something
That
will make you wiser
The
Claus’s wash their hands
Using
Hand Santatizer
Santa Claus crossed the road
To get to the
other side
“Get out of the bloody
road”
The drunken driver
cried
But the red suited
man
Was the victim of
Santacide
Santa Claus wears his famous red suit
As down another Chimney he’ll shoot
But no one knows what’s under there
He likes dressing in Ladies underwear
The saint and the butcher is a popular St Nicholas tale in northern France which is told every year before St Nicholas day.
The Tale tells of three children who
wandered away from their village and got lost. They continued on their way
until Cold and hungry they came to an unfamiliar village.
They were discovered by a wicked
butcher who lured them into his shop with the promise of food and warmth.
Once inside his shop he attacked the
three children and he salted them away in a large tub.
They children would have been lost
forever but for the intervention of St Nicholas who rescued the children and
returned them safely to their families.
From that day forward St. Nicolas has
been regarded in France as the protector of children.
The evil butcher became Père
Fouettard who forever follows St Nicholas with switches in hand to threaten
children and it’s the evil butcher who leaves any naughty children with a
bundle of birch twigs.
On the eve of St Nicholas day, the
children put their shoes near the chimney and sing a song to the Saint before
going to bed.
The next morning the shoes overflow
with special Saint Nicolas sweets, chocolates and cookies.
Even the best of children will find
by their shoes some birch twigs tied with a ribbon as every child does
something naughty in the year.
Santa Claus is a very jolly chap
And not just because he’s festive
His jollity stems from knowledge
Of where the naughty girls live
The Bermuda Triangle got bored
Of warm weather over the years
So it relocated to Lapland and now
Santa Claus has disappeared