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I’m a businessman,’ Santa Claus muttered
      As he glanced in his long looking glass:
‘And a businessman needs decent clothing –
      And my red suit is scruffy, alas.’

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‘I’m a businessman,’ Santa repeated:
   ‘Who else would wear clothes such as these?’
And he looked at the smartly-dressed salesman:
    ‘I want clothes just like yours, if you please.’

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The salesman brought out some smart clothing:
     ‘This suit I can well recommend!
It is stylish yet practical also,
     And this year it’s for certain the trend.

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Well as quick as a flash Santa tried it:
      He certainly looked very smart.
‘As a businessman,’ said the young salesman,
     ‘I agree!  You look more of the part.’

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So the suit was exchanged for the old one
      And the barber was Santa’s next call:
‘Get rid of my silly old beard now!
      I don’t want a beard – not at all!’

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‘I need a new hairstyle,’ said Santa.
     ‘Take your razor and cut off the lot,’
But he thought of the cold winter weather 
     And for certain it wouldn’t be hot.

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‘Well here’s an idea,’ said the barber:
      ‘Why deliver those toys in the cold?
It’s a job for a much younger person –
     And, quite honestly, you’re getting old.’

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‘You’re right,’ Santa said without pausing.
     ‘I’ll go on the web, like the rest
And then, in my rather posh office,
     I really should look at my best!’

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So don’t expect Santa with reindeer:
     Your presents will come in his van,
Whilst, relaxed in an opulent office,
     Sits a stylishly-dressed businessman.

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Opulent:  Ostentatiously costly and luxurious.

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