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