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Santa McClaus                                                                                                                                                                If Santa was Scottish

Santa 🎅🏻 McClaus

 

Santa McClaus

In his bonny red kilt

Flew round the world

In a sleigh that he’d built

Distributing toys

To good girls and boys

Dreeping down chimneys

Without making a noise.

Till he got stuck in the flue 

Of young Terry and Sue

Who hail from the village

Of Dunandhu

Sue was up late

Preparing a plate

Of biscuits and beer

For him and the deer

When a wee cloud of soot

Displaced by his foot

Put a puzzled look on her face,

It came from the stone fireplace

And when Sue looked up that flue

She was met with an incredible view

Santa McClaus was wearing no drawers

And his kilt was up round his waist

“Ma’ boab” he says at Sue’s startled gaze

As he struggled in haste to get free,

Hiding his bits with his knee

But try as he might

His bum was stuck tight

He was plumb up the lumb

And Sue was struck dumb

Her head went into a haze,

Dizzy, she fell in a daze

To wake up next morning

As daylight was dawning

Trying to recall what she’d seen

Certain it had all been a dream

Terry came down

In his dressing gown

‘Did you stay up all night?

Sue, are you alright?’

But Sue was gripped in a trance

Remembering McClaus with no pants

‘I must have dozed off on the floor’ she said

‘But I’m not really sure’

‘I had the wildest dream.

You won’t believe what I seen’

Terry laughed and gave her a kiss on the cheek

‘Merry Christmas’ he said ‘It’s been quite a week’

‘Let’s see what’s under the tree’

He bent on one knee 

And chose a present for Sue

‘I think this one’s for you’ he smiled

But neither of them saw

A feint mark on the floor

In the shape of a foot

Made from fresh soot

And as Sue got on with the day

That strange memory just faded away.

 

🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

 

But someplace.....at the convergence of times.....In a magical world.....where everything rhymes.....Mythical creatures.....would gather the gither.....tae blither.....An’ speak o’ the night.....when auld Santi McClaus.....Gave Sue sic’ a fright.....Singin’ jingle bells.....jingle a’ the way

Oh what fun.....it must hae been that night.....riding oan his sleigh 🛷

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