Tis the Night Before Christmas
Was the night before Christmas
and all through the house, not
one living creature was stirring
not even my pet grouse…
When all of a sudden there was
this horrific noise, when I turned
around I saw it was a drunken
Santa staring at me through his
glassy red eyes and runny red nose…
It was all I could do not yell and
chase him out, for you see I couldn’t
let him leave to go to some other house…
All I could do was to scold him out
for he must have drunk all the rum
the men had put out…
Now I found myself making coffee,
to sober him up, so that he could leave and
place all the toys for all the good boys and
girls before the night would run out…
With Santa sobered up he was rearing
to go but before he left he promised me
no more “RUM” for it was to bold…
As he left to finish his rounds,
he yells “Merry Christmas” to all and
woke the neighbor-hood up…
Goodnight Santa and forget my
house for I don’t want anyone to
know that you are a drunken louse…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2010
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