Who’s that flappin’ down the chimney? Who’s that tappin’ at the tree?
It’s the elf with the bill, and he won’t stop until every boy and girl is giddy with glee.
Every Christmas time he’s at it again, a sack full of toys and an IQ of ten,
You might get meat or you might get a doll, ’cause he’s got no clue who you are at all.
So open those presents and try your luck; it could be wood or it could be a truck,
Will Christmas be merry or will it suck? You never can tell with Santa Duck!
Have a possibly Merry Christmas, Karen K.