T'Was the Night Before Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas
Santa lay on his bed
An ice cold wet cloth
Atop his “big head”
For after the reindeer
Were put back in the barn
He stopped for a “wee dram”
To spin an old yarn
Then somewhere between
The sixth and tenth stout
It seems that old Santa
Forgot what it was about
So amid tinkling of glass
And a drooping left eye
He left through the chimney
Without saying good-bye
Mrs Clause waved her finger
Her lips moving quickly
Santa heard nothing
He was feeling quite sickly
He saw in the window
The snickering elves
And threatened to put them
All back on their shelves
He swore to himself
This won’t happen again
Next time I will stop
Two stouts before ten
©12/16/2022
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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