By Josie Whitehead
'I'm tired,' said poor old Santa Claus.
'I'm tired and also old -
And why should I work all night long
Alone and in the cold?'
'I'm tired,' poor Santa said again
And yawned and thought ahead:
'And why should I go out to work
When others are in bed?'
'I'm tired,' said poor old Santa Claus,
And waved an angry fist.
'The children all want more and more.
Now you look at this list.'
So Mrs Claus looked at the list.
'Ooooh greedy pup!' she said.
'And why should you fly through the sky,
When YOU should be in bed?'
So tell me, what could Santa do?
Don't ring me on your phones!
Well, Mrs Santa had a think - - - - -
And bought a fleet of drones.
So when you lie awake in bed
And listen for a sleigh - - - - Shhhhh -
Perhaps your presents may arrive
In a slightly different way.
A million Santa drones set off
And through the skies they sweep,
BUT . . . Santa and his reindeer too
Will spend the night asleep.
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