Santa is Retiring

(This version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town was written by my fellow Saturday jammer, Jack Herold, and his friend, Shirley Goettler.)

Santa is Retiring This Year

They passed a darned law,
At Yuletide,
You have to stop work at 65,
So Santa is retiring this year.
He tried to hang on
But what could he do?
Someone found out he’s 302.
Santa is retiring this year.

Chorus
The women’s groups were saying
That he should be a her.
Animal defenders said
His suit was trimmed in fur.

It’s not very fair,
It’s not at all right,
To fire an old guy
Cause his hair has turned white.
Santa is retiring this year

I guess that I’ll live
And I’ll be okay
Red’s not my colour anyway.
Santa is retiring this year.

Chorus
And they won’t give him a pension
It makes you want to cry.
They say he only works one day
So he doesn’t qualify

With all the cutbacks,
This is the last straw
They’re downsizing Santa Claus.
Santa is retiring this year

Chorus
There won’t be a replacement,
The country’s cupboard’s bare.
Our healthcare is in shambles,
There’s no funds for any care

And so from now on
It’s clear as can be
We’ll all have to sit on
Our prime minister’s knee.
Santa is retiring this year.

©2019 Jack Herold, Shirley Goettler

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Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.