Santas Big Mistake

Twas the night
Before Christmas and 
As Santa tries to
Go down a chimney
The fireplace was lit
And his pants caught fire
So, he hurries and 
Crawls back-up the chimney
Looking like a 
Ball of fire as he
Jumps into the snow
Trying to put the fire out
After he puts it out
Santa gets up
And stands there
Looking like he’s been 
In a horrible fight
With burnt clothes
And scorch hair
Shouting Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night

DECEMBER 8, 2019
EMILE PINET
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
December 8, 2019 at 1:30 PM
Hello Daisy Ward, I do not think Santa will do that again. So nice to meet you. Merry Christmas. Have a nice day my friend.
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