Santa Benched
Wow, Mrs. Claus’ mood change was surely swift!
Hmph, a rift just cause she must wait to use her gifts …
Ho, Ho, NO! Time out? MY name on the naughty list?
This retired, old deer as my guard should I resist?
I must sit in seclusion on the North Pole Park bench??!
My neck hurts from quick turns that muscle-wrench
each time I look to see if Mrs. Claus has appeared
with my due apology and a mood not mad geared.
Oh, elven mercy! I turn again, as does my betrayer guard,
from the wind that sends yonder deer’s rear discard.
Surely that deer and my Mrs. are in mutual accord
for I recognize the disgruntled deer, Buns Pootord.
I’m so tired from my yearly moon flight to all families
and leaving prized gifts for all the personalities.
I tried reasoning with Mrs. Claus for patience, please!
She loved her presents, so why these brutalities …
just because I gave away all the batteries?
... CayCay Jennings
December 13, 2018
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