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A Corian® Christmas Carol

Santa sat his big red bottom down atop his sleigh Said, “well girls,” to his reindeer, “sun’s up – must be Christmas Day!” His giant bag was empty, not a present left inside The ice stuck to his beard and the cold cut through his hide All that he could think of now was getting home to Lapland To the longest, most luxurious soak in a bathtub made of Corian®  


A Corian® Christmas Carol

 

Santa sat his big red bottom down atop his sleigh

Said, “well girls,” to his reindeer, “sun’s up – must be Christmas Day!”

His giant bag was empty, not a present left inside

The ice stuck to his beard and the cold cut through his hide

All that he could think of now was getting home to Lapland

To the longest, most luxurious soak in a bathtub made of Corian®

 

He cracked his whip upon the air and off the reindeer took

“Mush, girls!” he yelled, “We’ll be home in an hour, with any luck!”

That final stretch was harder than the first three million miles

As Santa pictured his bathroom suite and complementary tiles

The thought of Mrs Claus in just her bathrobe spurred him on, too

He texted ahead and all it read was, ‘Almost there, babe. Woo hoo!’

 

The Corian® was calling, he could almost feel the texture

Soft and chalky and inviting, his routine post-work pleasure

Before he knew it, he could see his grotto on the horizon

The reindeer all stepped up the pace, with the exception of Blitzen

“Come on, girl,” he cried out, “Get me home, I need my tub!”

So the flagging creature sped up so that Santa Claus could scrub

 

He kicked his boots off on the porch and walked in with his hat on

By the time he reached the bathroom, he was down to just his long johns

Mrs Claus was waiting with a loofah and a wink

When he saw her standing there, he could only blush bright pink

The tub of Corian® was filled with water, hot and steamy

And so Santa got his Christmas wish and, wow, wasn’t it dreamy!

 

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