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

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