Sammy “Santa The Sneak”
Twas the night before Christmas and in every home
crept and long lanky santa who would lurk and would roam.
His beard was just dangled from his ears by some string
in hopes no alarm would chime or would ring.
In one hand a crowbar to pry and to pop
and a sack to nab, to steal and to “shop”.
Down through the chimney Sammy slips and would slide
and out through the door with pride in his stride.
On latches, on locks, on alarms and on chains
or naught will be left of the Christmas remains.
Families and children will ask, “But Why?”
Oh Sammy Santa, what a terrible guy.