It was the night before Christmas,
And after a riot,
The children were finally
Peaceful and quiet.
I was tucked up in bed
With a big glass of sherry.
(Since it was Christmas, I meant to be merry)
When from downstairs,
I heard such a din.
Oh no was that burglars?
Were they breaking in?
So I picked up a golf club,
From under the bed,
As visions of villains,
Danced round in my head.
There on my couch,
As bold as can be,
I'll be darned
If that thief wasn't watching TV.
So I crept up behind ,
And I gave him a crack.
You dastardly crook,
How do you like that?
Then what did my wondering eyes make out?
Who was this person I'd given a clout?
Sat on my sofa,
Rubbing his head,
A jolly old elf,
All dressed up in red.
"Oh Santa", I cried out,
"What a disaster
I'll bring you some ice
I'll get you a plaster".
I settled him down,
I gave him some food,
The least I could do,
After being so rude.
"But Santa"I said,
As he munched his mince pie
"Don't think me presumptuous,
But can I ask why
Why were you sitting there watching TV,
Isn't there some place,
You really should be"?
"I was watching Bid Up TV",he replied
"This credit crunch even has Santa's hands tied
Those toys don't come cheap,
And kids are so greedy.
I need a few bargains,
To give to the needy".
"Perhaps there's a way I can help you, I said.
I've dozens of parcels tucked under my bed,
I take them to hospitals on Christmas day.
But this year dear Santa
You give them away".
So he placed my kids presents under the tree,
And left with a sack or two
Wrapped up by me.
And as up my chimney
Saint Nicholas rose,
He placed his finger aside of his nose.
"Thanks for your help..and the bash on the head,
Merry Christmas my dear,
Now go back to bed "!!
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I really liked this poem and how its christmas spirit was taken on a different angle!
Great write, I really enjoyed reading this.
ASM 
