IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
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‘Twas night before Christmas, there was snow on the ground
The fat man in red was nowhere to be found
The elves had now finished loading presents on the sleigh
But there was no one to deliver them for Christmas day.
They phoned the police and reported him missing
The police joked “he’s under the mistletoe kissing"
But no one had seen him there was now a big panic
The elves' and reindeer's were running round frantic.
They then had a call from a concerned Mr Monk
Who'd found Mr Claus unconscious and drunk
The elves' jumped into action and took the spare sleigh
Then headed for the scene at Monterrey Bay.
They found him flat out where Mr Monk had said
There was no movement and they thought he was dead
An elf said he needs something strong, black and hot
Headed for Starbucks and bought the strongest they got.
Someone held his nose and they poured the coffee down
His big white beard was starting to turn brown
At last there was movement and he opened his eyes
He then said “I’m starving; I need a big Mac and fries.”
They went to the drive through and got him some food
Everyone was now happy and in a good mood
They headed back to the ' pole ' and they all did shiver
"Keep moving "said Santa, "we've presents to deliver"
He delivered all the presents sack after sack
Then said "we're done Rudolf, we can now head back"
Of course Mr Monk was the hero of the hour
But for his swift action things may have turned sour.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018