In the middle of his route, in the dark winter chill
Saint Nick stopped his sleigh and was perfectly still.
Whiskers were long, he was short of breath
Santa looked like he had just brushed with Death.
"I've traveled the world," in a voice that was shaken,
"It would seem in each place that my job has been taken!"
"Every home had their packages neatly delivered."
A tear slid down his cheek as his snowy beard quivered.
Amazon is a force with which to be reckoned,
and Santa grew worried, if just for a second.
Now there's only one name on Santa's naughty list:
Jeff Bezos, watch out! Santa Claus won't be dissed.