WWTBAM Bored

Frosty the mailman was a very chilly soul
With a woolen hat and a parka that he wore on his patrol
While everybody was inside and keeping warm
He delivered mail with a frozen tail trudging through the bitter storm

Up and down the streets of town, his nerves were getting shot
You could hear him swear, flying through the air, when he hit that icy spot

Frosty the mailman was a very nervous wreck
Through 3 feet of snow at 14 below, he still had to make his trek

All through the village, with his mailbag on his back
As the yuletide neared, good ol' Frosty feared he was about to crack
Frosty the mailman took a lot of crap, you see
every dog that bit took another hit upon his sanity

He was loaded down with Christmas cards, that were sent from friends to friends
and you don't need to be Stephen King to know how this story ends..
Frosty the Mailman really lost it bad that day
Led away in chains, he did excalim "It's a POSTAL holiday!"

Thumpety thump-thump, Thumpety thump-thump,
Where did Santa go?
Thumpety thump-thump, Thumpety thump-thump
His body's in the snow!!