As I was heading out into the garden
I heard a voice whisper I beg your pardon
I then spied Santa up our palm tree
giggling cos a leaf was in his nose and very tickly
In astonishment I asked how long have you been there
He growled, long enough to look like an anorexic bear
Can you tell me when the coast is clear
and help me down so I can get out of here!
With an evil cackle I said do you think I would come to your aid
you look quite cute up there so don't be afraid
I will ring Mrs Claus and say don't you see
Santa has decided to stay here in NZ with me
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