'Twas the day before Christmas, and knocking off work
The area manager started his Merc.
He'd had a quick fumble with Jenny from Sales
And a couple of sherries washed down with some ales.
So he drove home quite slowly, praying to God
That he wouldn't get breathalysed by PC Plod.
But suddenly, there in the road, straight ahead
Appeared a sleigh, steered by a fat man in red.
The Merc driver braked, and yanked hard at the wheel
But Santa went under the car, with a squeal.
Lifeless he lay, with his reindeer surrounding
The world's Christmas presents all scattered around him.
The driver got out, and said 'The fault's his...
Wearing that red coat instead of hi viz.
No lights and no helmet, and carrying sacks.
What rights should he have? He should pay his ROAD TAX'.
