Santa May Be Late
'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light fluffy snow
Santa’s sitting here
Sipping on hot coco
He’s grinning ear to ear
Comfy in his rocking chair
And looking so cavalier
Not worried by the time
Same story every year
He waits till the last minute
Until I volunteer
To pack a lunch and
Call his every reindeer
I remind him to make haste
Grab his bag and gear
Under children’s trees
Presents don’t just appear
So much to plan and do
Fly through each hemisphere
Unless he’s thinking
Changing his career
He better quick hit the road
And best be on his merry way
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2019 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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