Once upon a time on a winter's eve
A mall Santa's employer told him "Leave!"
For your breath reeks of liquor
And your language is vulgar!
You're scaring young customers
And you're groping their mothers!
With a grunt and shout
They threw his ass out!
Limping away he roared;
"Wherzzat spirit adored
by all you yellow fucks?
You pricks be'er get new locks!"
Limping away in his half-stupor
Down to his tiny shack by th'river
He took up his boom-stick
And with a loud click-click
He stormed off toward the mall
Determined to kill them all!