Santas Present.

Woke up this morning forgetting it was Christmas day.

Sleepily walked to my living room, and there she lay

My wife and Santa at it, they gasped not knowing what to say.

I said Santa, you better go, go on get on your sleigh and be on your way.

He blushed and said ok.

She said thanks for the present Santa, your milk and biscuits are still there on the wooden tray.

He said he wasn't hungry.

I said you have already had your fill.

He said to her, I hope you're on the pill.

He left.

And so did I.

He did fly.

And she did cry.

I moaned and groaned and let out a relieved sigh,

Bye.