Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the Night before Christmas When the winds started howling We left Santa a plate of biscuits Hoping he wouldn’t start growling It was typically a wonderful night But who could tell what would come Not everyone was filled with delight There was Uncle Sam who was glum Santa would be here before we knew And all the gifts would be there for us Later on we could eat mutton stew For all I knew it would be superfluous Afterall, who could eat on this special day There was much too much to undertake All most of us cared to do was try to play Besides all that, I much preferred steak Santa’s meal sat beside the tree on a table Awaiting the moment when he came in Never coming down the chimney of our gable Since he’d been stuck there by his shin I wondered what Santa would say when he saw All those biscuits replacing the sugar cookies In hopes of giving Santa a better diet after the thaw So he’d make it down chimneys with the goodies No doubt, Santa would probably miss the sweet But hopefully he’d see that we were making him fit And that we honestly weren’t trying to cheat Surely Santa was too fat and he’d have to admit When we awoke on Christmas morning that year We were all surprised with the gifts we’d received A treadmill, a fitbit and all sorts of gym gear Santa had definitely taught us about being deceived November 20, 2019 The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May