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'Twas the day after Thanksgiving
when at the North Pole,
The elves had been given
a special new role.
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All dressed in his suit
with the Missus there too,
Santa's ole jolly self
was feeling true blue.
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Sure, Christmas was great
but the lead-up was tiring.
'Twas the shopping mall tours
that had Santa perspiring.

For though he loved children
some gave him a damper,
By soaking his lap
through leaks in their Pampers.
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So he turned to his elves
with much desperation,
To create a solution
without hesitation.
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Try Nycron! Try Dacron! Try Gortex and Rayon!
For extra protection, use ScotchGuard brand spray on.
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The elves labored and sweated
and searched for the truth,
But no mixture of fabrics
would prove piddle proof.
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With Yuletide approaching
and no time for pause,
Along to the rescue, came...
(who else?) Mrs. Claus.
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Using love and a needle
while humming a song,
She fashioned new britches
out of cloth from Hong Kong.
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Though some elves suspected
'twas that cloth did the trick,
None doubted the Missus
had added magic.
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Thus Santa received
his Christmas gift early:
Renewed confidence
and "Ho, Ho, Ho!" without worry.
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As he pulled on his trousers
he cried, " To the mall !
'Tis dry pants for me
and a Merry Christmas to all ! "
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