Chimney pot

 Now we are in the new season of the annual "ruin Christmas theme poems and song" and once again I wait with baited breath for the usual fan prompts. So with further ado. 

Annie 'i will have an orange one' Mills had given me a lovely song called Santa is stuck up the chimney. Me too Santa, me too.

Something is stuck up the chimney stack,

  me dad began to shout

Well I can tell, just by the smell

We'll have to pull it out

Something is stuck up the chimney stack

  I think it's in the flue

He could concur, It smells like fur

A hint of barbeque 

Something is stuck in the chimney stack,

  Is what me father said

There won't be joy, no treats or toys

Cos sorry, Santas dead