Last night I swear I left the chimney flue open,
and ALL night long, for gifts, I SO MUCH was hopin'!
But each time I got up to the bathroom to pee...
I found not a single wrapped gift...about the tree!
The same was true as the Sun came up, rising.
Gosh darn! That SURE WAS, to me, surprising.
Then I looked to the mantelpiece, at MY stocking,
and there I saw a 'gift', Unexpected & Shocking! !
My stocking was overflowing, but NOT with toys,
not with anything that's left for GOOD girls 'n' boys.
But, what to my wondering eyes DID appear.....
was a load of Deer Dung from eight tiny reindeer.
(December 25th,2016)
You are no match to anyone in your sense of humor! Sad you didn't get any Christmas gifts this time other than a 'load of deer dung! ! '
You've changed my image of Santa forever....and that's something neither Bad Santa nor any of the Christmas horror fare, nor krampus could ever do. If it isn't out of line- - Merry Christmas, Bri! This poem is a classic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Bri., You are a Nut! ! I find this a great poem. Not for posterity perhaps but, it rhymes and is funny. Beneath it all there is a poet hiding somewhere. Regards, Lynn