Twas
Twas the night before morning,
and all was asleep,
everybody, except me.
When out of nowhere, a sight to behold,
this very fat man, trying to carry his load.
I jumped out of bed, so I could help,
when a strange cold nudge, I felt.
Reindeer were jumping all around the room,
I had to clean up their mess, it would be morning
soon.
Cookies were crumbled all over the floor,
and that fat man had passed out , outside my door.
Mercy me, what can I do,
Just say, Merry Christmas to you.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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