Santa's Sore Head

After the grotto Christmas party....

Santa was feeling rather smarty !

He'd danced all night with Mrs C,

No his feet ached rather a lot, you see !

He'd been spinning round rather fast,

He'd drunk of sherry - the party was a blast !

So it really was no surprise, when Santa could no longer stomach mince pies !

The clumsy reindeer had trod on his toe....

He'd slipped off three rooftops in the snow, don't you know !

From the minute the party started...

To the moment everyone departed....

The music had been blarting loudly....

Santa's parties were the best in Christmastown he boasted proudly !

All night he had shaked....no wonder he ached !

Even the glass in the windows breaked !

When Santa awoke, the following morning...

His eyes were red, he couldn't stop yawning !

He tossed and turned - his head was so sore...

A very large bandage around his ears he wore !

Mrs Christmas knew just what to do...

Take a Beecham's powder or two !

Before long Santa was right as rain....

Out in the garden throwing snowballs again !