The Night Santa Left Me In Stitches

Twas the night before Christmas and I was a gasp
    at the rumors that filled me with an odious fright.
For Santa Claus was now tired of working for free
    and would be harvesting organs well into the night.
He would be looking for kidneys, livers and hearts
    as well as others too numerous to mention.
All this was designed to lower his cost of production
    and help his Elves with their healthcare and pension.

The reporters reported the disheartening news
    that dear Santa had put an end to holiday cheer.
And to lock all our windows and batten the doors
    to prevent a Christmas which could end only in tears.
Now the Media's record of telling the truth
    was often wrong and extremely spotty at best.
So I had faith in Saint Nick and his message of hope
    and would not give in to the lies they address.

So I fell into slumber to awake Christmas morning
    and put my trust in the jolly old Elf.
But awoke latter that night when the stomping of hooves
    caused several books to fall from the shelf.
Quickly grabbing a candle... I flew down the stairs
    to see my tree laden with presents and toys.
As dear Santa had come through with his usual flair
    and my trepidation turned to wonder and joy.

So I opened a window and peered through the night
    and spotted the old Elf at the head of his sleigh.
I heard him yell from afar as he drove out of sight,
    'You should rest in bed for most of the day.'
I pondered his point... unsure what he meant
    as my body began to shimmy and shiver.
And as sure as the bells that would ring Christmas morn...
    that fat bastard had taken half of my liver.

So as I lay in the bed and considered my stress
    and the reason for my tension and plight.
But put it aside... when I realized by giving an organ
    I put the spirit of Christmas in a more favorable light.

                             The End

Night before Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: Nov 29/2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Dietrich Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 3:33 PM
back with my Congrats. Way to go, my friend!
Mchattie Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 4:01 PM
Thanks Andrea. I do love humor for the holidays. Have a great day.
May Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 8:23 AM
St Nick picks up as well as delivers!, Congrats on your win David
Mchattie Avatar
December 15, 2019 at 4:00 PM
Thanks for setting up the contest. A lot of funny stuff. Have a great day my friend.
Gauthier Avatar
December 14, 2019 at 12:03 PM
Delightful poem, David. Congrats on your win.
Mchattie Avatar
December 14, 2019 at 3:17 PM
Thanks a bunch. Have a great day my friend.
Lindley Avatar
December 7, 2019 at 8:12 AM
A very creative and humorous piece my friend. The fat bastard verse got me... I almost fell out of my chair laughing. Thanks, a wonderful thing to illicit laughter my friend. As laughter is soothing/healing to the human soul. Love the brilliant title too.. A fav, a very creative beauty ..
Sands Avatar
December 6, 2019 at 7:04 AM
Wow, this was creatively written! Well done :)
Wolf Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM
'That fat bastard' really got to me. Can't stop chuckling… Once gave a 7th grade math teacher, a Miss Dixon, a Happy St. Patrick's Day card printed in orange, that read 'You Irish Bastard' on the back of it. Naive me had no idea what it meant, and my 'good friends' had put me up to t. My father had to come to school to convince the principal that I was innocent. (Those days are sure gone). Thanks for the triip down nostalgia lane, David, and Merry Xmas! ~ gw
Wolf Avatar
December 13, 2019 at 1:00 PM
Perfect people may not actually be capable of prolonged laughter! LOL. Peace and Joy, Gershon
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:04 PM
It's true. Many of the funny things that we remember happened by accident. I wonder what 'perfect' people laugh about? Have a great night my friend.
Dietrich Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 3:14 PM
Oh my, what a dark one this is, and yet you kept it humorous. Great ending on it! It was funny.
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:05 PM
Thanks Andrea. I do love a good ending. Have a great day.
Connelly Avatar
December 1, 2019 at 1:15 AM
Truly award winning David!!! At first I thought I would read this to my grand niece, but then reaching the end I thought perhaps not, but as I type this comment, I'm thinking, "Why not?" She's intelligent and gifted, I'm sure she will get it. Thanks David.
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:07 PM
I did not use the term 'fat bastard' lightly but nothing else seemed to convey what I was looking for. Have a great day my friend.
Krutsinger Avatar
November 30, 2019 at 2:44 AM
Entertaining as your cartoons, and that is saying a LOT!
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:08 PM
Thanks Caren and congratulations on your POTD. A wonderful piece.
Na Avatar
November 29, 2019 at 11:55 PM
Hi david a fine addiction to the contest. Thanks for sharing this and best of luck in the contest.
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 7:00 PM
Thanks Gregory. Have a great day.
Lamoureux Avatar
November 29, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Oh my, now that’s a different take on the fat old bastard. I hope he didn’t pair it with onions and a bottle of Chianti.
Mchattie Avatar
December 2, 2019 at 6:59 PM
Interesting. That might have made for a funnier poem. Have a great day my friend.
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