The Suitless Santa
The Suitless Santa
Twas the night before Christmas, Jack Daniels and me
Waiting for dear Santa to come down and fill the tree
My cat lay purring and had forgotten about the mouse
Falling soundly asleep while listening to Johann Strauss
The kid’s upstairs texting all through the nestled night
No need for décor, their phones were brilliantly bright
The wife at the mirror combing her tinsel tangled hair
While grandma and grandpa gave a nasty bitter stare
Uncle Buck napping on the rooftop looking for St Nick
Just before the blessing of the snow after becoming sick
The neighbors were off to bed as they danced with glee
Shouting ‘there is no Santa’ in their yearly laughing spree
Then it happened, I heard a nary noise and to my surprise
I think I saw a scrawny Santa Claus accompanied in guise
In my defense, slurry Jack Daniel asks ‘where is your suit?’
‘I left them at the cleaners’ said the man holding the loot.
...Merry Christmas & keep looking out for the real Santa lol
Nov.21.2018
The Night Before Poetry
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Placed 2'nd...thank you
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2018
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