Our Big Chimney
I'm sure that Daddy just forgot when he set the fire alight,
That Santa would be coming down our chimney tonight.
Does Santa have a cell phone? I'd like to call him please.
I'll tell him not to worry and set his mind at ease.
When I see Mama sleeping and hear my daddy snore,
I'll just creep down the stairway and open up the door.
Santa always finds a way to fill my Christmas stocking
But for Santa to get singed and hurt on Christmas would be shocking.
I thought our chimney ready, Mama had the man to clean it,
I'm really vexed with Daddy, though I know he didn't mean it.
I hope that Santa has a phone he carries in his sleigh,
So when he sees the smoke tonight, he won't just drive away.
Christmas is much more than toys, I heard this from my mother.
If Santa misses I'll be fine, I worry for little brother.
By: Joyce
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