Rocky vs. Santa Claws

'Twas 3 nights before Christmas when I went to his house,

To tell Santa Claws to not be a louse.

My stocking was hung by the chimney with care,

But I'd heard that coal was all I would snare!

Away to the North Pole I flew like a flash,
Tore open his shutters and threw up the sash,
“Hey, Santa”, I yelled, “you got it all wrong!
I’m Rocky, and I’ve been good all year long.”

He took out his list and checked it twice,
And suddenly his eyes turned cold as ice,
Upon my back he came with a bound,
Then he choked me and wrestled me right to the ground!

He was chubby and plump, a right weighty old elf,
Who said I had 3 days to redeem myself,
I should go home and cut my staff some slack,
If I ever wanted Santa off my back!

Then he sprang me loose and gave me a whistle
Told me to get home as fast as the down of a thistle
And I heard him exclaim as I flew out of sight,
“You want something but coal, boy, straighten up and fly right!”