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'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas quite a long time ago
I was nestled snugly in bed with my brother Joe
The stockings were hung neatly on our footboard rails
While we dreamt visions of Barbie’s Dollhouse and Motor Maniac trails
Mom and Dad to make it our special day
Sat with our gifts, wrapping papers, toolbox and a tray
All over the carpet, they were scattered about
It was such a mess, there wasn’t a doubt.
“Now, hammer it, twist it, blot it right here!
Slide on the seat, and staple the chair!
Handle it with care, it’s a costly brand”
“Oh! Honey”, said, Dad “You just glued my hand.”
Alas! The toys were assembled and gift-wrapped with coloured strings
Now lay stacked under the glittering Christmas tree for both siblings
Dad said, “It’s going to be our greatest Christmas to date
Just wait to see the joys of surprise on their faces I create.”
He dressed up as Santa with a matching red cloak, cap and trousers
A stuffed belly, a white beard to disguise his visage and manners
“Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!” he exclaimed stepping on a Christmas bauble
He tripped over and fell on the floor with a loud thud after a wobble
His cap fell off his head and his beard hung dishevelled
He lay there on the floor all unnerved and puzzled
The act came to a sad end and woke up the little lad
Lil Joe sprang up from bed and exclaimed loudly, “Hey! that's Dad.”
Copyright ©
Susmita Mukherjee
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