‘Twas the day after Christmas not a cloud in the sky,
traveling along, blinded by the sun in my eye.
I ran into Santa and his reindeerless sleigh,
proceeding to shout “hey get the #$%# out of the way.
I gain back my senses and what do I see,
that cranky old elf flipping the bird at me.
With a head full of rage and veins of ice,
I no longer cared about naughty or nice.
Gripping the wheel tight without pause,
I finally put an end to the legend of Claus.