'Twas The Fateful Night Poem by Ima Ryma

For a long time he'd done his job,
Always could be counted upon,
Gave lots of people joy, a gob,
But came tragic phenomenon.
Was just a normal time and place,
Was doing as he'd always done,
But became stuck in a tight space.
And suddenly this jolly one
Was filled up fully with such fear.
The chimney echoed with his screams
Heard on the roof by the reindeer.
He was a victim of extremes.

Early retirement, what a shame,
Claustrophobic, Santa became.