Christmas, Unabashed

Humorous poem

            

 

The fire dies down when evening is gone,

  And the elves are all jolly with dance.

But our chimney’s not hot as midnight arrives

  And that gives Santa his chance.

He can slip in real quick like a bunny at dusk

  That wise man with all of my toys!

Then he’ll take out a book and read down the page,

  As he looks for good girls and boys!

I’ll lie back in bed with a smile on my face

  ‘Cause I know that my record is clean.

I picked up my socks and didn’t throw rocks

  And never talked back or was mean.

He’ll just shout out with joy when he totes up my deeds,

  And he’ll leave me a big pile of loot!

But then he’ll just cry"since my sister’s been bad,

  And he’ll give me her pony to boot! 

Reviews

[Marie]

This is good and funny, and a wonderful Christmas poem. I wish you posted oftener; you are an amazing writer.