Carter Claus

*recite to Night Before Christmas

Who was this white haired Claus 
with buck-rabbit teeth? 
Carrying a ton of peanuts 
for everyone to eat.

Dragged in a sleigh 
pulled by Agnew and Nixon, 
who ran right beside 
old Donnar and Blitzen? 

He circled Camp David, 
A fast fly by; 
with lox and bagels 
for Jewish guys. 

A carpenters’ pencil 
was poised by his ear, 
and boxes of nails dangled, 
from the gear in the rear. 

Why! It's Jolly Ole Carter Claus 
draped in menorahs. 
Handing out home plans to 
the Arab before us. 

Visions of world peace 
danced in his head; 
as, he flew to Afghanistan
‘Fore noggin hit bed. 

When down from the sky 
in the form of deer dung, 
fell fruit tree seeds 
to be sown in the sun. 

And, as Carter Claus’ whip
cracked O’er Nixon's ear, 
as Agnew blanched, 
his eyes filling with tears. 

Droplets hit sand with 
a plop and a splatter 
’pon the fruit tree seeds with 
nary a clatter. 

The desert grew green. 
Trees sprouted and grew. 
Hearts filled with wonder 
bellies with stew. 

Homes were rebuilt, 
as before the fall. 
Cook fires were lit. 
Children grew tall. 

And Ole Carter Claus 
flew home in a daze, 
passing out sandwiches 
that Roslyn had made.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Burns Avatar
January 28, 2014 at 3:17 PM
An absolute hoot!!! Read it aloud to a few friends and family and everyone cackled with abandon!!! Great work Deb...
Guzzi Avatar
January 28, 2014 at 3:43 PM
So kind I should rewrite better for next year LOL
Carruth Avatar
December 30, 2009 at 4:55 PM
never have i heard it, in such a way....i really enjoyed it!
Sweetheart Avatar
December 11, 2009 at 9:31 PM
FANTASTIC... what a roaring episode u wrote... this is GREAT... should make a feature poem of the week... still laughing at I crawl into bed.. with visions of your poem in my head... thankxxx ... luv... Linda-Mare..
George   Avatar
December 11, 2009 at 1:21 AM
Good one Deb. Lainie
Richards Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 2:54 PM
Love it.... !! ...(wow...some folks take such issue with the creative juices!:)..... I love this witty look at someone who has been indeed a Santa Carter...leaving behind some very happy people, who are no longer living on the street! Great job, Deborah! ~ Luv..Carrie
Guzzi Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 1:17 PM
Yes, you are missing something Veronica. The Carter's are still doing good works. Good deeds never get "out dated" Jesus was a Jew so why not let the goodness of the season bring healing to all. Having Nixon and Agnew be the reindeer was just a way to get them "giving" and to be a bit silly. And as to Roslyn of course she's important what's more important than providing food.
Joseph Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 12:34 PM
I'm missing something: I don't get the blending of Carter/Agnew/Nixon/Jews/Arabs with Christmas. Am I the only one? Wasn't this a very long time ago? And in the scope of things, not that important? Wasn't Roslyns role more important than sandwhich maker?
Burton Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 10:18 AM
Always something new and different and as Ms Lady I enjoyed it a whole lot. Have a great day and holidays. :)
Pickett Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 9:14 AM
Beautiful tale here, well written.........:JP]
Strand Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 8:26 AM
Thank you for your welcome blog comments Debbietoday.Rgds Brian
Haick Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 7:37 AM
This is special, Deborah! A great write! Here's wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Peace and love, Audrey
Owens Avatar
December 10, 2009 at 5:47 AM
Wow! Deborah...this is a wonderful poem...I love it. I've written a new song dedicated to you...Old St. Nick...hope you enjoy...Marty
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