i smell santee

snoz is comin’ early round this time of year
getting kinda chilly, air is crisp and clear
shouldn’t be too long before ol’ winter’s here

flannely pajammies covrin’ twitchy toes
fragrances of nutmeg waftin’ up my nose
reachin’ in the closets for the warmer clothes

whatcha think you’re doin’ sitting there alone
texting anna talking on a cheap cell phone
pack your bags, you’re leavin’ and your headin’ home

good stuff’ll be waiting so you betta fly
turkey an potatees and some apple pie
snuggied by a fireplace that is warm an dry

pappa’s gotta a story and it don’t make sense
fables ’bout a princess and some british gents
slime boys are in trouble, they ain’t paid their rents

“X” it on your calendar it won’t be long
santa says you been good and he can’t be wrong
just to getya started you can sing this song

2 thoughts on “i smell santee

  1. second to last stanza reminds me of chorus of tombstone bluesMama's in the fact'ryShe ain't got no shoesDaddy's in the alleyHe's lookin' for foodI'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues.

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