Santa Came To My House

Santa came to my house, he was quiet as a church mouse, cookies placed upon a plate, all frosted and tasty as he ate, he chug-a-lugged the cocoa drink, making his mustache turn dark as a mink, after a belch or two he pulled out an enormous box, tugging on something shiny and red looking sleek like a fox, it had two wheels, a horn of its own and fenders just my size, this was the bike of my dreams and considered a prize, his large hand squeezed the horn and made it toot, laughing to himself he got on the bike, a fat and jolly old coot, he was having too much fun on my brand new bike, I ran downstairs and yelled at him to take a hike, Santa stared at me and pulled on his curly white beard, he was at the house real as life and suddenly disappeared, I looked ll over and realized I might have hurt his pride, but he left me with a shiny new two-wheel bike to ride.