A Jolly Old Chap

It was the night before Christmas when all through the Soup Many were still writing trying to regroup Their sonnets were written with delicate care Hoping the judges would at least be fair Some poets whose muses had already gone to bed Struggled to find words lost in their heads Into Christmas Pleiades some tried to tap But dozed off at their computer an took a nap But then on the blogs there arose such a chatter! Many rushed to read to see what was the matter All contests would be judged by a jolly old chap! Who wore a long white beard and a dimpled red cap! The comments on the blog began to grow and grow Soon it was hot, and could melt the falling snow It must be St Nick who on the blog did appear He even had pictures of all his reindeer! Each poem a gift to St Nicks delight Each contest win wrapped in ribbons so bright The jolly old chap soon dropped out of sight But I heard him exclaim as he took off in flight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!"