What's Up With Santa

What’s up with Santa He's acting like a child. Santa Claus is upstairs in his big red sleigh bed, warm and cozy in his red flannel comforter, wearing his red dropseat pajamas, and hat sick with the flu, constantly ring that darn bell. Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling … There it goes again Yessss… Dearrrr… I know you don’t feel good, your throat hurts and is sore when you swallow your body is in pain, like a herd of reindeer has run over it A warm cup of hot cider and a cinnamon stick to give it flavor will ease the pain. I should have never given him that bell Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling … Yessss… Dearrrr… I know your frequently, coughing is making your rib cage feels like it’s going to break I will get some milk and chocolate chip cookies so you don’t have to get out of bed I wish Santa would quit constantly ringing that darn bell. If he hadn’t shoveled the snow off the sidewalk and let the elves do their jobs, he wouldn’t be sick right now Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling … Yeessss… Deeaarrrr… I’m sorry your head is stuffed up, nose is red, hurts, and won’t quit running Reading the Naughty or Nice List will help you not think about what you're going through What came over me to let him have a bell Ting-a-ling, Ting-a-ling … Yeessss… Deeaarrrr… You’re running a fever, freezing, and shivering I will go inform the elves not to dawdle keep making the toys in Santa’s workshop and make sure they take care of the reindeer Oh! My! I hope Santa gets well before Christmas gets here, so he’ll get better and out of my hair or I am going to hide that dumb bell By Eve Roper Sponsor: Carol Eastman Contest Name :Story poem about Santa Claus