(translatedly translated by dame daisy kloverleaf)
i
gather around and you will hearly hear
bout the midnight flight of wasted reindeer
the billigits saw them high in the sky
cupid slurring santa smellin of beer
ii
a snowflake inquisition was brought to wit
called by puritan karen hypocrites
what about our pure children they squealed
whatta bout em mad santa asked quite blitzed
iii
ten months a year we work where it freezes
to make gifts for your spoiled diseases
we do it for free yet you fail to thank
if up to me I’d send you to jesus
iv
the billigits led the big cheer hooray
santa had socked it to that p.t.a.
the snowflake karens slunked off now knowing
that was one elf you do not playly play
Saragun Springs 
In the Stalin era Svetlana and Rudolph were out walking on a cold dark night. Suddenly they were getting soaked. Svetlana says “We]re caught in the snow”, but her husband said “You’re wrong dear, Rudolph the Red knows rain deer.”
You may have heard this, I heard it <>60 years ago.
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Hi Doug
I have wondered if atheist regimes supported Santa. Unlikely, but you never can tell.
Thank you–
Leila
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Leila
I love how the billigits get around and a mad and smashed-on-alc Santa is a scintillatingly brilliant image; my guess is he was probably also vaping 91% THC cartridges he purchased from a guy he met on the corner near the library in his drunkenness…
The rhymes here push the English Language where it needs to go and it works!
Dale
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Hi Dale
I imagine that Santa and the crew enjoy the herb. It probably helps getting all those damn cookies down!
Thank you–
Leila
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As Willie Nelson so rightly opined (and he kinda looks like Santa except skinnier):
“God meant for us to smoke grass or he wouldn’t have invented it.”
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