By Josie Whitehead
I can’t believe in Santa Claus,
And here’s the reason why:
How do you think that Santa gets
Those reindeer in the sky?
Do they have small jet engines
That zoom around like planes?
How do they land on rooftops then?
Oh come on, use your brains!
His sleigh must be a massive one
To carry all those toys.
Then, how can fat old Santa creep
Around with little noise?
Perhaps he works some magic spells?
Oh it’s all too much for me!
But I’ll keep my doubts inside my head
If I want presents by my tree.
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