Father Christmas lost his job too...

Ho ho, ho ho the voices ring

All thugs and muggers all loudly sing

Organized like communist union chiefs

Come all ye mobbers, robbers, killers and thieves.

The streets all lay bare and all barricaded

Nobody can enter unless jabbed and bar coded

Nothing in stores left for Christmas gifts nor for treats

As people slide, slip, fall in feces through all city streets.

The ghostly old man who stole 'The Whitehouse'

Has turned the place into a stinking Shitehouse

Like old Ebenezer he haunts chambers and halls

Dragging all clanking chains but with no iron balls

Dr. Alzheimer was right when he did declare

The big telltale sign is setting fire to ones' hair

Or whispering first, then fist thumping, and yelling

At imaginary crowds who long-since went 'Christmas belling'.

No feast this Christmas for any kiddies, dads and mums

Who all got conned by the lies promised by bums

Who sit on the left in the senate and congress

Who serve 'tasty dishes' and 'crocks' of one big, filthy mess.

So sing all the jingles and 'Merry Jingle Bells'

As you wake Christmas morn with news of more covid ills

And what is the gift we find under the tree

More mask-er-aids and false promises, for you and for me

Hitch up the reindeer and make ready the sleigh

Old Santa's last promise he will be "on his way!"

But all the world's children will have to wait like 'a good little fool'

His first flight's booked by Biden for Iran, Vatican and Kabul

Old Santa is carrying, sacks of dollars and gold

To bribe the peoples' enemies that we know and are told

"Death to the US" is their ongoing chant

But stupid people still listen to old, mad Biden's rant

So hold out your bowls as you beg for more gruel

"Shut your faces and mouths!" you morons and fools

Get back in your hide-outs and hide in your fear

No goodies nor gifties, not even good cheer

So good-bye to goodwill to all men of good cheer

It is quite unlikely, things get better next year

With promises of chips in your head, hands and feet

Your trans human, trans gender trans mutants, complete

And so as poor Santa hits the dark starlit night

With his sleigh filled with trillions on this, his last flight

He will dump out the booty taken from each poor citizen

Shedding tears for no presents for all of the children

He will not wear a mask, nor get jabbed endlessly

Nor make mandates the rule in this land of the free

He will gather his reindeer and tell them to go

To run wild and have fun and to play in the snow

Go Dasher, Dancer and Prancer, Cupid, Vixen and Dunder

Comet and Blitzen now run like the thunder

And with Rudolph's red nose now not glowing so bright

Santa hugs them and loves them on this their last night

With tears now all frozen on his big beard and rosy face

He knows he will never work again in his cosy place

He takes out his pen and writes on the sign of "The North Pole"

"Take this pole and this signpost Biden, and shove it right up your asshole!"