The Christmas Cockroach

Twas the night before Christmas , and all through the trash pile. The garbage men finished there shifts with a smile. I the supervisor waved and bid them all goodnight for I would not see them for awhile. The aluminum cans glistened, keeping the fear away from the night. Then without a care, did appear a tiny black dot, he wobbled and crawled, could it be st nick? Lets hope not. Since he's only one inch thick. As I looked down, and he did appear, it was Cleo the Christmas Cockroach in all of his might. He stood up covered in red paint, with cotton as a beard. His bag of gifts was in fact weird. He presented trinkets of garbage and foil. Truly an angel among the dirty soil. As he turned away with a smile, he waved to us all and yelled Merry Christmas I'm off to the Mall....