A Christmas Morality Tale Poem by Dawn Ferrett

A Christmas Morality Tale

Rating: 4.0


I remember, so clearly, one Christmas Eve night
When my brother was being precocious.
He decided he wanted to stay up and play.
His behaviour was simply atrocious.
Dad tried to remind him that Santa was coming,
And he didn't reward naughty boys.
If he wasn't asleep when St Nick arrived,
Someone else would get all his toys.
My brother just shrugged and then carried on playing,
Saying 'Santa's not real anyway! '
My father went quiet, and left him alone,
But, when we awoke Christmas Day,
I found lots of presents surrounding my bed.
My brother had not done so well!
One great big box! That was all that he had!
He was crestfallen - that I could tell!
But he gamely set to, tearing through several layers
Till he finally won through to the prize.
An onion! ! ! No other has ever brought forth
Such pitiful tears to ones eyes! ! !

The moral's as plain as the nose on your face!
Remember to do as you're told!
'Cos Santa Claus knows if you're bad or you're good!
That's why I plan to be good as gold! ! !

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is actually a true story. The epilogue to this is, that my brother, after a few tears, said he was really sorry and promised to behave in future. Then dad said he thought he could hear Santa coming back. He told my brother to go downstairs and see if he left his real presents, which, of course, he did! All's well that ends well!
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Dawn Ferrett

Dawn Ferrett

Portsmouth, Hampshire
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