By Erika Berger
Evil little demons creeping through your window.
Little footprints on your wall.
Very skinny and starved because Santa eats all the cookies.
Everyone hide your kids, hide your wife, elves are coming out tonight.
Slaves of Santa that's what they are.
Wind whips around my face
Igloos all over the north cold inside.
North Pole, is that where Santa lives?
The sleigh is ready for Santa
Elves do all the heavy work.
Really, why isn't Santa wanted?
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