Who be this
one that takes my space
who claims
for his my presents placed
twas not his
funds that bought these things
nor he who
shopped them home to bring
Not one
present did he encase
nor bow nor
tape put he in place
nor ornament
upon the tree
unpack the
lights that we did string
Yet here he
takes credit from me
and more than
this would take from He
whose very
being came from He
that made all
men who are to be
The Savior
Lord of all mankind
this robbing
one attempts to bind
the hearts of
those with Christ in mind
upstaged by
him thus so sublime
His big red
suit and belly bulged
cancerous
pipe and laugh divulged
his big black
belt and boots to match
with white
trimmed suit and dangling sach'
Who down my
chimney like a thief
avoids alarms
for he'll be brief
twinkles his
nose for this he's learned
to take my
credit for things unearned
Chastise him
sore for his theft's trace
my child's
love deeply misplaced
who lavish
him instead of me
who's hard
work gave presents to be
So down the
chimney thief will slide
to find my
fire lit inside
with red hot
pokers prepped to grind
those
piercing brands to his behind
And up he'll
shoot with raging shout
with rapid
pace will he go out
n'er more
return and take my place
nor Jesus in
this home erase
For one is
God and dare none more
espec'lly
porky thieves adored
who wrestle
from the thoughts of men
Jesus the
Christ who saves from sin
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