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[title] => Trucking Santa's new tale
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[hometext] => For those of you who remember trucking Santa and his nut cracker pals here is a new adventure from him lol
[bodytext] => Many of you know me From introductions in the past. Old Trucking Santa Clause With my Nut Cracker pals I still last. I trucked a million miles, We covered lots of black ribbon. Stuck it out in the sunshine Road it out in the frosts of winter. This old Santa Clause With my nutcracker pals We are now retired And once a year sit peaceful on the mantel. This year it is a bit different. There are two new furry things running round. I survived my doggy pal Leshay And Av the big boy cat, I was ever so patient When they chewed my nose,bit my hand And slobbered on my Santa pants. Michelle she introduced me And I sadly shook my head I felt I knew what was coming And yes indeed it happened allover again! Cloud sat and watched me And gave me a lick upon the nose. He cocked his head and listened While I played Jingle Bells and sniffed my toes. That Blotch on the other hand She wasn’t so kind. She bit me on my head, On my nose she started to dine. She grabbed hold on my hand And started dragging me across the floor. I have some Santa butt rug burn Of that you can be for sure! All the while my nut cracker friends Were sitting on the mantel. I kept hearing little giggles, And laughter load as thunder. Until….. One laughed so hard he took a grand tumble Leshay was waiting yes she was She picked him up by his head He wasn’t laughing then now was he? Michelle finally thought It was time for us to take a rest. Gently she picked my pal and I up And put us back on the mantel For our Holiday rest. I guess I survived another round But I must say, I need some soothing cream To rub my Santa butt rug burn away. Darn vermits LOL 
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