Santa Ate Too Many Tacos

Santa was hungry.
He wanted to eat.
"I need something filing;
Not too salty or sweet."

Just then, Santa saw it,
Much to his surprise.
A big, hard taco,
Brought joy to Santa's eyes.

Look at that beef
And delicious cheese too.
"If I don't get a taco soon,
My face will turn blue."

So Santa went on his sleigh.
He was in search for tacos to eat.
Rudolph pointed to a taco stand,
Now Santa was ready for his treat.

Santa ate one hundred tacos,
Finally, he felt jolly and warm.
He would have done alright
If it wasn't for the awful snow storm.

Santa got on his sleigh,
But the sleigh wouldn't budge an inch.
His reindeer were beat.
They were given nothing to eat.
And they stubbornly wouldn't flinch.

So Santa looked in his bag.
He gave out food for the reindeer to eat.
Meanwhile, Santa was stuffed.
He had eaten too much.
He was anything but petite.

"I'm taking a break," said Santa.
"I'll make my rounds real soon."
But Santa never came back.
He had fallen off his track.
And he did not return by high noon.

"Oh where oh where is Santa?"
Asked some friendly but worried young men.
The night wasn't so sweet.
Santa had lost half his teeth
And he was never seen smiling again.