Santa's Gift to Goldilock's Planet

Santa’s Gift to Goldilock’s Planet

So where is the chimney? Santa Claus said,
Adjusting his specs, scratching his head.
I’ve parked on a turbine, windy, near here,
And hoping for sherry, or even a beer.

Saving the planet and less fossil fuel
Are two of the things that I think are cool!
I think I’ll go back; summon my elves
To work on the atom, not spare themselves.

So, stop scraping her skin; wasting her blood.
It’s gambling away all that is good.
We’ll make nuclear safe to take away fears,
And give Goldilock’s planet a million more years.