Grumpy (A Christmas Poem - Revised)

Shuffling down a narrow chimney can not be considered fun whilst balancing a bag of toys that weighs a staggering ton - especially if one’s buttocks look just like an oversized bun! These silly clothes I have to wear, for goodwill and forChristmas cheer - which lasts no more than several hours – are fine up North this time of year, but make my sweat flow like a stream down in the Southern hemisphere! I give up time and energy, bear gifts with a jolly Ho-Ho; why must I suffer milk and cookies when I’m hurried, on the go? It'sleaving out a glass of Port that'ssensible, I’ll have you know! Since kids these days are brats of note the saddened reindeer lost their strut. I see no point continuing; I’m closing shop, the North Pole’s shut, and all you’ll see this Christmas eve is my disappearing butt!