Twas the Night Before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas
My momma was upset ‘cause papa was drunk,
A decorated tree stood lopsided in the corner
And my older brother insisted Santa was bunk!
I still had hope that ol’ Santa would appear
With each noise outside, I ran toward my bed,
Brother laughed at the idea of flying reindeer
Momma said he’d come; papa’s nose was red.
Eyes fluttering, I could hardly stay awake
Snow drifting, Papa said Santa’ll need a jeep
Suddenly it sounded like an awful earthquake,
Icicles falling from the eaves, before I fell asleep.
I can’t say what happened after I was snoozing,
But Santa must’ve come, ‘cause when I woke up
A new sled with runners ready for greasing
Was under the tree, and Brother had a brand new pup!
Written November 23, 2022
Submitted to "The Night Before 3" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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