|
‘Twas the day after Christmas and the shop was a mess; St. Nick tried to clean up, causing much distress!
|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| Get moving! I want this place to sparkle like the crack of a snowman's ass! | |
 | |  |
|
 |
| | |
| Yes sir, Mr. Santa, sir! Right away! | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
The elves they ran hither and thither to clean; Polishing knobs, making everything gleam!
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Do you know where this goes? | |
| | |
|
 |
| | |
| Stuff it under his bed with the Nordic Track. He'll never find it there. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
When what should be found hidden under the stoop; But about eighty pounds of brand new reindeer poop!
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| Reindeer Local 113 demands a new contract, or there'll be more where that came from! | |
| | |
|
|
|
