I wrote this one last year as a quatrain, and have rejigged it this year as a limerick.
Father Christmas was riding his luck,
Driving reindeer and sleigh, nip and tuck,
But my chimney that evening,
I saw his boots gleaming,
“Won’t you help me”, cried Santa, “I’m stuck!”
Mister Bump 
Aaah poor Santa!!
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🤣Who ate all the mince pies!
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lol Ever wonder how he gets down those really skinny chimney pipes?
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or houses without any chimney?
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That made me chuckle. Santa needs to go on a diet
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nah… he’s cute and cuddly, just like me. I’m halfway there anyhow 🤣
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Very cute and creative keep em coming!
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Two out of three ain’t bad
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There ya go!! 😁👍
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