Twas the day before Christmas and all through the mall.
The shoppers were rushing before the closing call.
The stores were so crowded, the customers tempers grew.
"I need two more gifts what should I do?"
Fifteen more minutes before the stores close.
The people are rushing and stepping on my toes.
Manners all are gone on this shoppers last night.
When all of the sudden there is a fight.
The most popular toy only one remains.
There is hair being pulled and people being called names.
Santa comes to rescue that last toy.
"This is going to a special little boy."
He places the toy in his sack.
He closes it tightly and throws it over his back.
Upon the roof his reindeer wait.
He calls them each by name and tells them it's getting late.
Safe in his sleigh he flies away.
"I need to finish before Christmas Day.
Down the chimneys he goes, then looks all around
Making sure the children are no where to be found.
He placed that toy under that special boy's tree.
That was that his last stop, now it was time to flee.
You can hear him say as he flew out of sight.
Merry Christmas to all and may they all be bright
A contest entry
- Christmas Pre-writes by Judith Chandler.
700 points, ended December 22, 2008, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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I like this a lot. Great parody which seems very natural in the way it's expressed.
How things have changed! I an definitely imagine a fight breaking out over a toy as shoppers get stressed out.
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Awww 'n this brought a smile to my face...I love it Auntie!



