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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright. For Santa Claus was now tired of working for free and would be harvesting organs well into the night. He would be looking for kidneys, livers and hearts as well as others too numerous to mention. All this was designed to lower his cost of production and help his Elves with their healthcare and pension. The reporters reported the disheartening news that dear Santa had put an end to holiday cheer. And to lock all our windows and batten the doors to prevent a Christmas which could end only in tears. Now the Media's record of telling the truth was often wrong and extremely spotty at best. So I had faith in Saint Nick and his message of hope and would not give in to the lies they address. So I fell into slumber to awake Christmas morning and put my trust in the jolly old Elf. But awoke latter that night when the stomping of hooves caused several books to fall from the shelf. Quickly grabbing a candle... I flew down the stairs to see my tree laden with presents and toys. As dear Santa had come through with his usual flair and my trepidation turned to wonder and joy. So I opened a window and peered through the night and spotted the old Elf at the head of his sleigh. I heard him yell from afar as he drove out of sight, 'You should rest in bed for most of the day.' I pondered his point... unsure what he meant as my body began to shimmy and shiver. And as sure as the bells that would ring Christmas morn... that fat bastard had taken half of my liver. So as I lay in the bed and considered my stress and the reason for my tension and plight. But put it aside... when I realized by giving an organ I put the spirit of Christmas in a more favorable light. The End Night before Christmas Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May Date: Nov 29/2019
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