This year I left Santa some carrots
So he could be thin and good-looking
This morning I see
There's nothin' for me
But a note that says "Next Year, Leave Cookies"
Cedric
About Me
- Cedric Anderson
- There once was a fellow named Ced, who had bugs inside of his head. They'd wiggle and bite and he couldn't think right, so he thought with his stomach instead.