Lawrence S. Pertillar
My Version Of T'Was The Night Before Christmas - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
While the children were sleeping,
Snug in their beds...
A fat man dressed in a red suit,
Trimmed in white fur...
Began to sneak around the house.
And your very protective grandfather,
Got his favorite baseball bat...
And began to beating that fat man in the head.
The policemen arrived,
And took your grandfather away.
When the children awakened,
Not a toy was in sight.
And all the children living in the ghetto,
Got a reality check.
Learning to go to sleep...
Without believing they will hear reindeer,
On the roof...
The night before Christmas.
Why are our grandchildren crying? '
~I read them my version,
Of T'was The Night Before Christmas.
They are too old to be thinking,
They will be getting something for free.
When we have spent our retirement money,
To keep them fantasized.~
'Couldn't you have found a better way,
To break the news to them? '
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