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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Christmas was coming, I'd begun to fret Thinking of all the gifts to purchase yet I spied an advert in a local store For someone to replace their Santa Claus. They gave me the position there and then Eager to set up the grotto again Got in my Santa outfit, it looked ace Especially the white beard on my face. The Grotto was the most magical sight Christmas songs setting the ambience right Fairies and elves we're dancing to the tunes Dressed up in their theatrical costumes. Suddenly the peace and calm was shattered Through the entrance rowdy children clattered Here, there everywhere kids were running wild There was no controlling of anyone's child. I could not decide how or where to start The little terrors kicked up such a farce A little one came and sat on my knee Grabbed my hat and put her tongue out at me. Another child ran up and kicked my shin Then pulled off the beard and bit on my chin "No presents for you naughty boy" I said Looked me in the eye and said “wanna bet." Parcels were tossed and strewn across the floor And the mess made of the tree’s an eyesore With tinsel they tied up fairies and elves Whatever I tried the rascals rebelled. For me the farce got beyond way too much So gave the emergency bell a buzz Security came and asked "what’s amiss" "What’s amiss, I've had just enough of this.” "It's no surprise Santa Claus runs off Having to deal with the likes of this lot These so called darlings I fear to be near Hand me the sack and I’ll flee out of here." 16th December 2020 Fantasy with fictional beings Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger Word count = 281
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