Not So Much With the Merry

Twas the night before Christmas, up in the North Pole The pressure of the season was taking its toll Deadlines and long hours were causing some stress “Some” might be an understatement. They were a mess The elves were on strike, marching angrily outside Chanting, “Save elves on shelves” and “Santa Lied” And for Frosty’s sake, get the bells off these shoes This incessant jingling has driven them to booze The reindeer were hired, part time, to cover as scabs But they kept flying off and no one could keep tabs Even when they were there, they just ate everything You do not want to see droppings eaten toys can bring Mrs. Claus was stress eating like a hoover Three times, we’ve had to do the Heimlich maneuver She ripped down St Nick's mistletoe like a scroogy thief Suffice it to say, there will be no festive tension relief As for Santa Claus, the big man in red himself Well he’s in hot water now for punching an elf He denied the picketers in the last negotiation I mean, they already get 11 months of vacation…. Everything went slower for delivery without Rudolph He’s quit the team now, and retired to play golf So for all the hopeful dreaming little girls and boys About a 1/3 of them will get a few regurgitated toys Ho Ho Ho Ho............ sorry kids Nov 28,2022 The Night before poetry contest