Well, obviously, we have a SANTA in Lincoln Park..

He's climbin' in your chimneys

He's wantin' some cookies now

wantin' to eat them

so you'd betta

leave some cookies

leave some milk

leave some cookies

leave some milk

and leave some cola, cus we saw that he likes that in commercials

BLACK SANTA

An original poem about Black Santa:

Oh Black Santa, why do you have a white mustache?
Is it from milk or from cocaine?
or maybe the rest of your beard just needs a bath.
I'm not dissin', I'm just sayin'.

Oh Black Santa, when you enter a chimney, should people fear?
Do you carry a gun and have a "led-nosed reindeer"?

Or are you just like the other jolly fat man?
You just want to leave presents wherever you can?

Well even if that is the case,
I'm afraid you cannot come to this place.

For Utahns have many pre-conceived notions.
And they might meet your appearance with an angry emotion.

Oh Black Santa I know you're very ghetto-thug-nasty, tough, and brave.
But my advice to you is for this place, stay very far away.
Because I don't want to be the one digging your grave.
Maybe regular Santa will let you in the North Pole, to work and stay
And yes, yes, I promise to you that you would not be a slave.

Oh Black Santa, you see, it's just your life I fear.
So please, please do not come to Utah Valley this year. :)