The Christmas that Santa Ate Three Weetabix

One Christmas, three years ago,

The snowman was caught outside in the cold, cold snow....

Santa gave the snowman one of his coats,

And a bowl of steaming potrridge oats....

So when it came to time for something to eat,

There was nothing left for a warm, breakfast treat...

Mrs Christmas took a look,

At all the recipes in her new cook book....

There were lots of things to munch for lunch,

Some tasty morsels to crunch and punch...

But not much for breakfast was there at all...

Toast didn't really appeal at all !

Mrs Christmas looked inside Santa's stocking socks,

And there, it was shocking, she found a Weetabix box !

A bright box of weetabix, coloured yellow...

Ideal for a hungry fellow !

So in the morning, on Christrmas day,

Santa and his gang had a real take - away !

Gerome the gnome's mouth watered, his belly rumbled,

As into a dish, three Weetabix he crumbled....

Santa poured on hot milk from a jug,

Very soon, the entire grotto had the breakfast bug !

With a bowl of Weetabix for each one of the elves,

Sat upon one of the Welsh dresser shelves....

Everyone soon got tucking in with a spoon....

They were still eating Weetabix when the Sun shone in June !

All that magic soon worked a trick...

With supersonic power, the sleigh off quick !

Towards the Moon, through the stars,

The gang were soon eating Weetabix on Mars !