I will not sit on Santa's lap.You cannot make me sit on it,and if you try I promise thatI'll throw a screaming fit on it.I will not talk to Santa;I am simply too afraid of him.I'm not impressed by all the songsand movies that are made of him.It really doesn't matter thathe's generous and jolly too.It doesn't matter if his chairis decked with boughs1 of holly2 too.It makes no difference that he's lovedfrom here to Ethiopia.I cannot sit with Santa.I've got Santa Claustrophobia.
