St Nick Stole My Cookies

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4:17

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ST NICK STOLE MY COOKIES Well I had just got the kids settled in for the evening, With a promise or Rudolph and sleigh bells a sneaking, My stomach a growling and my head a spinning, With hope for Grandma’s cookies I ran to the kitchen, And grabbed that ol’ Tupperware and a big ol glass of 2 %milk And sat right down all prepared to eat rich, But guess what I found, much to my dismay A bowl full of crumbs and a crumpled up old page that read “Next time buy whole milk.” St Nick… Stole my cookies, he snuck right in and took ‘em, He left lot’s of neat gifts for all of the kids, But all that I got was a broken Tupperware lid, St Nick… Stole my cookies. Well I was planning to leave that fat man a cookie or 2, But he beat me to the punch, I said who would have knew, That large old bearded man in a red fluffy suit, Could have the ninja skills to sneak right in and steal my food, And the audacity to dictate the milk that leave, Beggar’s cant be choosers that’s what I believe, And all my Xmas spirit he took with that last bite, How will I ever tell my kids with lights in their little eyes, “Well, Santa, kids, he’s a thief.” St Nick… Stole my cookies Well I was just about to throw all them toys in the yard, When my youngest boy Billy snuck around the corner, And with tears in his eyes he screamed, “DAD! What the heck you doing, man?” And I saw the joy in his face as he looked at his freshly elf made PS3 with extra controllers and online connectivity, And I realized… Christmas ain’t about cookies, It ain’t about PS 2’s or PS3’s or what kind of tree you have, It’s all about the joy in the children’s eyes, And the happiness it brings to whole world, And the peace, love, and harmony of baby Jesus, And so I sat my boy down, and I looked him in the eyes and I gave it to him straight the way it is. I said, St Nick… Stole my cookies, he snuck right in and took ‘em, Well he may be a hack, but we can’t take these toys back, So go and have fun, next year I’ll wait her with my gun, St Nick… Stole my cookies.