SANTA'S ROUNDS

By Bob Fisher

Well, here it is as time grows near
Time for Santa to make his one pass for the year.
Things seem all ready, the elves say let's go
Three hundred sixty-four days between rounds, Santa can't be late for this show.

Don't ask me how he does it 'cuz I just don't understand.
No 85 percent -- he must be runnin' the can.
So everything is ready, packed in the sleigh
And you all know the rest, it's up, up, and away!
When Rudolph hears that, his nose starts to glow
And that's the official start of Christmas Eve as the sleigh tears through the snow.
So it's smokin' through the night delivering good kids their toys it's a must.
The ones that weren't so good, maybe a bag of clutch dust.

Through the night droppin' the goods at each house, lickety split.
I even saw a tag on a package, I swear it said "to Whit."
Lots of cool gifts in Santa's bag, to just name a few
Like a big bottle of "Brute" goin' over to you-know-who.
How bout Tony, Force and Greg  -- their gifts made them feel jolly,
Dropped off a new Powerade championship "Wally."

Amato, Dupuy and Dougzilla are sharin' a tree.
Amato talking to the locals -- this I gotta see.
Them good ole boys looking at each other a little confused
When one asks the other, "Did I hear him right? That last word that he said, it sounded like youz."

So the journey continues for the night spreading cheer,
New cars, new crews for the up-coming year.
But as the sleigh disappears in the night, you can hear Santa say
For next season to all -- good luck, run fast and be safe