I grew to love Santa from my heart and my soulThe most famous old fellow in all of North PoleDetermined to serve, he gets on his sleighWith Rudolph and Blitzen leading the wayYou hang up your socks after you wash out the smellAnd dream of the goodies, Oh! snel, snel, snel!He comes down the chimney with a mighty big thump!Hoping the noise won’t give you a jumpHis mission accomplished, back to his PoleWith his reindeer and all, fulfilling his roleThe king of the hearts, the hero of the dayThe dear old creature who’s forgotten in May!Then one day you wake up so far and awayIn ‘Deleft’ as they call it, so cloudy and grayOnly to learn that there is someone newThis Sinterklaas guy who comes to TUNow he comes from Spain with a ship and his crewAnd a cargo of gifts: hey, even Delft blue!The presents he puts in your clog or your shoeBut wise guy, don’t bargain by putting out two!!When giving out gifts, Sinterklaas takes his timeWhile more than a night for Santa’s a crimeOld Claus sweats alone, while Sint is a kingZwarte Piets are the ones who really do the thing!They give ‘pepernoten’, they juggle, they actThey’re more fun than Sint as a matter of factBut to all the little brats: you should watch out for PietIf you’re lucky you’ll end up just getting a beatBut if you’ve been worse than a certain degreeHe’ll take you to Spain in a bag on the seaSo now I am faced with a question so rottenMuch similar to that of ‘Bush or Bin Laden?’Since now it’s the fashion to pick a side,,You’re either with us”, or out you must hide!Yes, now it’s a question of the sleigh or the shipOf who is the best man for this trip?I grew to love Santa, but ‘Nik’ has more classSo who gets the gold medal, who gets the brass?My job’s to find answers, as a doctor-to-beMy method? As usual: Oh God please help me!!I got it! I got it! The answer is clear!The bigger his gift-bag, the more he is dear!So this year old Santa and SinterklaasI wont ask for the usual blah, blah, blahsYes this time my request will take you aback:To bring me a balance for weighing your sack!The author, a foreign student, asked to remain anonymous due to the potentially compromising nature of the poem’s content.
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I grew to love Santa from my heart and my soul
The most famous old fellow in all of North Pole
Determined to serve, he gets on his sleigh
With Rudolph and Blitzen leading the way
You hang up your socks after you wash out the smell
And dream of the goodies, Oh! snel, snel, snel!
He comes down the chimney with a mighty big thump!
Hoping the noise won’t give you a jump
His mission accomplished, back to his Pole
With his reindeer and all, fulfilling his role
The king of the hearts, the hero of the day
The dear old creature who’s forgotten in May!
Then one day you wake up so far and away
In ‘Deleft’ as they call it, so cloudy and gray
Only to learn that there is someone new
This Sinterklaas guy who comes to TU
Now he comes from Spain with a ship and his crew
And a cargo of gifts: hey, even Delft blue!
The presents he puts in your clog or your shoe
But wise guy, don’t bargain by putting out two!!
When giving out gifts, Sinterklaas takes his time
While more than a night for Santa’s a crime
Old Claus sweats alone, while Sint is a king
Zwarte Piets are the ones who really do the thing!
They give ‘pepernoten’, they juggle, they act
They’re more fun than Sint as a matter of fact
But to all the little brats: you should watch out for Piet
If you’re lucky you’ll end up just getting a beat
But if you’ve been worse than a certain degree
He’ll take you to Spain in a bag on the sea
So now I am faced with a question so rotten
Much similar to that of ‘Bush or Bin Laden?’
Since now it’s the fashion to pick a side
,,You’re either with us”, or out you must hide!
Yes, now it’s a question of the sleigh or the ship
Of who is the best man for this trip?
I grew to love Santa, but ‘Nik’ has more class
So who gets the gold medal, who gets the brass?
My job’s to find answers, as a doctor-to-be
My method? As usual: Oh God please help me!!
I got it! I got it! The answer is clear!
The bigger his gift-bag, the more he is dear!
So this year old Santa and Sinterklaas
I wont ask for the usual blah, blah, blahs
Yes this time my request will take you aback:
To bring me a balance for weighing your sack!
The author, a foreign student, asked to remain anonymous due to the potentially compromising nature of the poem’s content.
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