The End of the Season(s)

Hello, dearies. So with Scream being inexorably pushed back to the dark recesses of the end of the universe, I decided my adoring public (and you guys! Narf!) deserved some new material of some sort. So, allow me to present, my annual Christmas poem! After all, Christmas is nothing if not annual...

The End of the Season

He's making a list, he's having a think
Fetch me my gin, I feel like a drink
Santa's the man the children all thank
But take it from me, dear...
Santa's a skank

I've hung decorations, I've sung with the choirs
I've done all the things that tradition requires
I don't want to seem like the Christmastime crank
But take it from me, guy...
Santa's a skank

I know I should tolerate all Santa's flaws
Obese and intrusive is our Mr. Claus
Put turps in his whiskey - a seasonal prank!
I laughed my two eyes out...
Santa's a skank!

Merry Christmas everyone!