EPTBut that omits his work in space, on worlds beyond the sky.
A whale can hold its breath for hours, a scorpion for days,
But reindeer need much greater powers to cross the Milky Way!
For Santa travels EVERYWHERE, to EVERY hopeful kid.
On Rigel it's a teddy-bear beneath the Christmas Squid.
Round Sirius the crablings beg for suntan cream on tap,
While Vegans cross their many legs for food that isn't crap.
But much, much more, without a doubt, is crammed on Santa's sleigh,
For stars themselves are not without a wish for Christmas Day.
The neutron stars want climbing plants; the nebulae want combs
While UY Scuti's yoga pants have long since been outgrown.
So when you're curled up snug in bed and peeking at the sky,
You won't see Santa's white and red or hear him swooping by.
A night is far too long to trot round ONE of all those stars
A nanosecond's all he's got, and then it's off to Mars!
