The Virgin Mary
slapped Santa Claus.

...hard!

Santa Claus
blushed scarlet

and spilt his sweet sherry
over one of the two angels.

One of them
was no angel.

The pretty one
with blue tips to her wings.

The Devil laughed
lewdly.

God made a grab
at the stripper who

squealed

losing a veil or two
in the process

as God tried to
make her.

Only creating
much hocus pocus.

I could see
(Me? I was Jesus Christ)

that this
fancy dress

was about to get

seriously
out of hand.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/santa-claus-and-god-have-got-to-go/