Santa's vacation

Vacation was over now hopped up on pot
Southtown with snow for which he forgot
Flew in too low in his condition
Focusing on his duty and mission
The kids all cheered when he came into sight
Having no clue he’s not fit for flight
From left to the right they died on impact
The villagers screamed when faced with his tact
Santa paid no mind as he flew on
The children of Southtown now were all gone
Santa’s vacation was filled with dank weed
Now his services are no longer a need
Children please listen and take a good note
When Santa is stoned don ‘t take a town vote
Stay off the streets and stay snug in your bed
Or the wasted old Claus will leave you all dead

Pot acceptance is thought to be good
But now dear St. Nick hangs in the hood