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
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