That this is not the real Santa.
I do not even like this Santa.
I growl at this Santa, when I see him in the basement.
This Santa falls over on his face, in the wind, like he has had too many eggnogs.
I have seen the real Santa.
Don't tell, but he works at Pet Smart on the weekends.
I don't bother him, because he already knows that I have been
Santa, just a reminder, our chimney is the one with rocks on it.
When you come down the chimney, take a right. My stocking is the one at the end of the mantel.
It says 'Wyatt' on it!