Melee At the North Pole
It all took place, one cold Christmas Eve,
What happened next? No one would believe!
Santa was set, and ready to go,
Along came Rudolph, and stepped on his toe!
Santa got mad, smacking Rudy's nose,
Would there be combat? God only knows!
Using his antlers, he poked Santa's butt,
Santa returned, with a fist to the gut!
They exchanged punches, blow for blow,
Tumbled out the door, and into the snow!
The elves rumbled in, fists were a' flyin',
Mrs. Claus stood in awe, weepin' and cryin'!
Toys were tossed, all around the shop,
Someone began to shout,..."Stop, stop, stop!!"
The scene was chaotic, as far as one could see,
When all of a sudden, down went the tree!!
Mrs. Claus lost her cool,..."That's the last straw!"
She took out her teeth, and joined the free-for-all!
Reindeer and elves, went flying here and there,
Candy canes and packages, were spread everywhere!
All of a sudden, it was quiet as a mouse,
At last, law and order returned to the house!
She stepped outside, with a hickory stick,
Dragged in Rudolph, and good ol' St. Nick!
She handed them both, a raggedy broom,
They cleaned up their mess, and went to their rooms!
She made a quick call, to her favorite elf,...
"This looks rather, I can do it myself!"
With a crack of the whip, and a tug on the sleigh,
Mrs. Claus was soarin' up, and well on her way!
The kids were good that year, they truly did their best,
But never did they expect to see, Santa in a dress!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2008
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