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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Upon our roof top did he arrived, two reindeers short and blood shot eyes. With his gray and black beard with bits of food inside…I thought it was suppose to be white? They also told me he had a cute button nose…his nose was big and by no means cute. He attempted to enter thru the chimney top, only to discover that it was a false smoke top. So he being Old Nick, I could hear him as he fumbled with some keys as he did huff in discuss. His belt did seem a little bit too big for his gut and his and butt was as big as my dad’s big old butt. From behind the big chair were I did hide by the tree, I could smell the aroma of cheap alcohol coming off his breath as he bent over by the Christmas tree to deposit our gifts. To despite the fact that he had been to plenty of houses before ours that had real chimneys, his red suit was not covered with one drop single drop of soot! No not even one dirt spot and the boots that he had on look like my dad's old work boots! I chuckled to myself… and said maybe it’s made of some special stuff? As I he place the last gift in place up under the tree, he then reach his hands to the sky and then grabbed his lower back, I thought he was suppose to be jolly and all that stuff? The whole time he was here, I could almost be certain that I could hear him cursimg from up under his breath… but to my surprise he eat the cookies and milk that my mom had left, but the damndest thing happen as he flung his back pack over his back and proceed to leave, but instead of going back out the front door, he made a sudden turn toward the stairs and went up and into my parents room and never left? I final said I had seen enough, I just chucked it up to another year in the Ghetto and my first real sighting of legendary Ghetto Santa and one which I hope would be my last!
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