Santa Comin' to the Hood
Santa Clause is comin' to da hood
Watch yourself, sleigh ridin' good.
Eight little reindeer, flying and all,
Prepare yourself son, presents gonna fall.
Santa packin a bag full o' goods
Distributing toys to all da hoods.
Tree already decorated, full of light
One burns out, Santa full of fright.
"What the...." Santa say
"Something going down, someone goin' to pay."
Tree lights up like New York,
It's all good, cut da pork.
"Time to eat" Santa say,
"No time to be chillin', stop the play."
Time for Santa to go, gots his 20's on his ride
Santa rolls out, full of pride.
As he leaves his beard waves
Wake up call santa need to shaves.
There is my little poem... hope you all like it :biggrin2: