Santa From Atlanta

I saw Santa in town he was strangely attired, in a surgical gown and his spirits seemed wired. As the snow came down quicker from a wintery sky, there was one little flicker it was all a fat lie! So I rushed to the dunny to sit down and relax found a skinny old bunny sending fax after fax. Said the bunny, 'that Santa who is roaming the street is a doc from Atlanta who is eager to meet all the world's true believers whom he promises much soon a herd of dumb beavers talk to reindeers and such. When they're back at the Pole his true colours appear and the children he stole start to shiver in fear. For a few generations he has honoured the shrine, his bizarre operations........ it was Doc Frankenstein. So, Virginia, start running he will catch you, you know, as a ruthless and cunning puppeteer of this show, he will make milk and cookies out of humans like you, with a gaggle of rookies being trained as a crew. So it pays to remember that an old man in red, even green, in December when he comes to your bed, is by nature not Santa nor by his own name, but a doc from Atlanta with a scalpel of shame. But Virginia, temptation wears a nightgown of silk let's reserve titillation for our cookies and milk.