Santa's Last Beer

Santa’s Last Beer
by gene defcon
Santa’s last beer
Went down sweetly
Easily
Like his throat was a chimney
And the beer was him
And the bottle was his sled
And I guess the reindeer were the labels glued to the bottle
Unless it was a Rolling Rock
In which case they would just be the ink or whatever
Oh, and the sack of presents
Would be like microscopic dirt particles
That you accidentally swallow
Every time you drink a beer
And his stomach enzymes
Represent all the sleeping children
Waiting to uncoil
And devour
Their yearly bounty