Making Santa's Naughty List

Woke at five and heard the rain sprinkle, so I crawled back in for a good morning sleeper. All that stIrred was the fan beside the bed as I turned it off and curled to stir some heat. My eyes went close and the world went black, I went back sleep in hopes of St. Nick. Not a dream lingers, not even a sound made. That fat little" son of a monkey's az just flew over my house again. I flew from my bed with my shotgun in my hand, I get you this time my friend and all your precious jewels. Third round came and I let off a shot, Dang he's quick as I hit Rudolph in the sack. He rared and kicked as he shot straight to the sky. As Santa cried, I get you next year as he flew out of sight.