Filling In And Up For Santa Poem by Ima Ryma

I remember one Christmas Eve,
'There's no Santa, ' I told my Dad.
Concerned that I did not believe,
After a bunch of beers he had,
And after I had gone to bed,
Dad got a ladder and climbed up
On the roof, thinking in his head
He'd be Santa with reindeer - yup!
I woke hearing a thumping sound.
'There is a Santa Claus, ' I thought,
Fell back asleep. From roof to ground
Dad slipped and fell, drunk as he'd got.

With broken leg, Dad was relieved,
Cuz once again his kid believed.