Wicked Santa and his dirty dirty ways

He lures the kids with the power of gifts

And his smile makes their gaze go his way

One night he chose to put himself in stockades

The kids all cried and battered at his chains

But they would soon see Santa for his dirty dirty ways

The Santa crooked his crooken finger at one boy who came to close

He said, “Little boy, little boy the chains are here, come this way!”

“What is it”, the boy asked. “Have you gifts , candy or sweets?”

“Oh sure I do child, it will only take a minute come on, just this way.”

Santa’s sweet grin grew devilish and queer

Wicked Santa and his dirty dirty ways

The boy grew closer and closer noting the slight depravity in this so called Santa’s gaze.

The boy took one more step closer and gasped as his wrist was snatched.

“What are you doing Santa, where are the gifts or candy and sweets.”

“Oh you vulgar greedy child, you all are just the same,” Santa suddenly exclaimed

“You do not realize my plight, my struggle at midnight to give all you greedy boys each all a little delight”

“So now you see, I have you and you have me. I think the fair exchange would be swapping bodies if it’s just the same.”

Santa grabbed the boys wrist

He opened his mouth, just a smidge

And that’s when Santa took the boy’s

body in one single exchange

The boy looked up in a devilish way, he looked at his former body his gaze odd and haughty

“Now you dear Santa can give all these gifts to these dirty rotten kids, and have a merry Christmas. Don’t go anywhere you’re in stays!”

The new Santa looked down with shame

In nothing but cloth and fetters the boy thought

“But maybe, I can do the same.”

Dirty dirty Santa and all his naughty ways