Santa's jelly belly

Santa sat one Christmas Day
Snoring by the fire
When Mrs Clause past comment
That he really ought retire

'Good heavens, no,' cried Santa Claus
As he leapt out of his chair
'There's no-one else who'd do the job,
there's no-one else who'd care.'

'Then if you must continue this,'
said Mrs Claus, sincere
'I must insist you lay off gorging
on this Christmas cheer'

'Christmas cheer, what do you mean?'
asked Santa in reply
'The pies you scoff' said Mrs Claus
'from houses you pass by'

'It's not my fault' said Santa
As he rubbed his bulbous tummy
'They make me such delicious treats,
they taste so awfully yummy.'

'You can abstain you know,'
she said. 'No need to be a slob'
'I know,' said Santa Clause
but it's the perk of my long job.'

'Then when you fly next Christmas Eve
please recognise the merit,
in Rudolph scoffing the mince pies
and you having the carrot.'