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.
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