Santa For Hire (Santa Was Mean)

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By <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font> •

Coal in my stocking. No Christmas tree. I saw Santa, and he saw me. I saw Santa, and he got mad. Coal in my stocking, and I wasn't even bad. It seems like Santa would be nicer to me, but it's too late now, 'Cause I caught Santa you see. I tied him up, I'm not a liar. I now offer a Santa for hire.

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January 3, 2010 02:51izzy

haha this is really cool. r u sure that some of ur poems aren't really songs cuz they would make for some good songs. u got talent my amiga.