untitled by Tom Bogue

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS AND I COULDN’T SEE,
NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING, WELL BESIDES ME.

THE STOCKINGS WERE HUNG BY THE ELECTRIC FIREPLACE WITH A STAPLE GUN,
IN HOPES THAT BIG PRESENTS SOON WOULD BRING LOTS OF FUN.

MY TEDDY BEAR WAS TUCKED ALL SNUG IN HIS BED,
WITH LOTS OF SOFT STUFFING FILLED IN HIS HEAD,

AND I IN MY ELECTRIC BLANKET, AND MA IN HERS,
HAD JUST GONE TO BED AFTER PRAYING FOR SPURS.

WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I HEARD TONS OF CASH,
I SPRANG TO THE WINDOW IN ONE FOURTH A DASH,

THEN I LOOKED UP AND SAW IN DISMAY,
IT WASN’T CASH, BUT BELLS ON A SLEIGH.

THEN BACK TO MY BED SLOWLY I WALKED,
UNTIL SUDDENLY THE SLEIGH SORT OF TALKED.

AT FIRST IT WAS SOFT AND THEN IT WAS LOUD,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND, OOF STUPID CLOUD”.

THEN ON THE ROOF I HEARD SEVERAL LOUD FEET,
LEADING TO THE CHIMNEY WITH STEPS VERY NEAT.

I RAN TO THE ELECTRIC FIREPLACE AND TURNED ON THE FLAME,
I THOUGHT IT WAS ROBBERS, WAS I TO BLAME?

THEN AS IF BY MAGIC MY FIRE WENT OUT,
A LITTLE BIT FRIGHTENED, I STARTED TO POUT,

WHEN OUT OF THE CHIMNEY THERE CAME NOT A SCARE,
BUT A VERY FAT FELLOW COVERED IN HAIR.

HE SMILED AT ME AND GAVE ME A GIFT,
THEN ALL THE STOCKINGS HE FILLED UP SWIFT.

THEN TO THE TREE HE RAN IN A FLASH,
HE PUT DOWN LOTS OF PRESENTS, ONE LOOKED LIKE HASH.

THEN BACK UP THE CHIMNEY SOMEHOW HE ROSE,
THEN QUIETLY I TOLD HIM “NEXT YEAR DON’T BRING CLOTHES”

THEN BACK ON THE ROOF I HEARD HIM WELL,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL" AND I  REHEARD THE BELL.