On Christmas Eve for centuries
Santa has traveled the world wide.
Often he must get ill at ease
During his oh so long a ride,
And all those milk and cookies that
Santa does through the night consume.
He has to pick a habitat,
And visit the gentlemens' room.
Of course in modern day there be
Indoor plumbing many a place,
Convenient for Santa to pee,
Or take a dump as be the case.
When facilities are but few,
Sometimes an outhouse has to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem