Sanny Claws Poem by George Hunter

Here comes Sanny Claws, that crazy old witch
Who’s he think he is, that old son of a switch
Riding a sleigh through the sky
Pulled by reindeer up on high
That’s so stupid it ‘bout makes me cry.
And land on roofs and come down through the flues
It’s enough to make me switch my brand of booze.
How could he have fooled me all these years
It about brings me down to tears
But I guess you had to believe your parent
Even though it was not so apparent
The story’s been told
Since times of old
To make us be good
Or else just get wood
In our Christmas stocking
Which would be so shocking
Instead of toys
To bring Christmas joys
But I finally figured it out
To my great distress, no doubt
It was always my folks
Who gave us the toys
And tried to make us
Good little girls and boys.
But now that I’m grown
And have a brain of my own
It sure gives me pause
To realize
There’s no Sanny Claws!