Santa Loses His Naughty Nice List
Santa's official list had vanished into thin air
the elves and the Mrs. searching in vain
he couldn't lie and say it was eaten by a polar bear
their throbbing headaches feeling the pain,
Mrs. Claus and the elves interrogated poor Santa
desperate to find out where he laid his list
Mrs. Claus's blood shot eyes were like daggers
with Santa's right eye starting to twitch,
Finally Mrs. Claus said I think I know
I did a load of wash the other day
let me search the washer and dryer so
we might find the list without anymore delay,
So into the laundry room she went
opening each door she thoroughly inspected
to find Santas list caught in the dryer lint vent
having left it in his back pocket as she suspected,
Both joyful that the list was still in good shape
after being spun, washed and dried
they decided to make extra copies just in case
the important list went for another spin cycle ride.
11-29-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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