Santa's Flying Picnic

Santa's Flying Picnic

On Christmas Eve, dear Santa said:
"I must go now, while they're in bed."
And so, he set off on his way,
With toys and treats upon his sleigh.

Mrs Claus had packed some pies
For his journey through the skies.
He ate one flying from the Pole,
At Newfoundland, a sausage roll.

He swigged some cola over Maine,
Then started on the pies again,
At London's lights, he ate some toast,
A sandwich, as he reached the coast.

Between deliveries, he would scoff,
He had to take his black belt off.
He climbed down someone's chimney stack,
But was too fat to clamber back!

So, if you see him, it's because
Of goodies baked by Mrs Claus!