Herbert Nehrlich 2
Santa (The True Story) - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
Twas the week before Christmas and all through the house
there was chaos and strife between hubby and spouse.
As the nerves got the better of this man and his mate
she would yell as he started a civil debate.
You are Scrooge, she pronounced the old name with a shrill
and metallic sharp edge, as if ready to kill.
So he went to the market and bought some attire
then he changed as she sat drinking wine by the fire.
A red suit and a beard, a big beanie and more
he was nothing in looks that had marked him before.
Home he went with a tale, one was caught 'tween his legs
and the other was TOBAK, (that's when veritas begs) .
From that day he was missing, and soon declared dead
and he lived in great peace with an elf in his bed.
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