Christmas With Ebeneezer Scrooge.
Christmas with Ebeneezer Scrooge
on November 6th, 1980 © -MFB III
Twas the eve before Christmas
"Bah Humbug," I said
I donned my pajamas
and crawled into bed.
The spikes in my chimney
were sharp as a pin
I fully intended
to do Santa in.
Four bulldogs were watching
the flames with great care
in case Santa wore
The wolves on my rooftop
were ready to eat
eight misguided reindeer
right down to their feet.
The children who slept
with sweet dreams in their heads
would wake to find nothing
when Santa was dead.
Then what to my
cynical eyes did appear
but that horrid fat man
had snuck in from the rear.
His reindeer were parked
so that they blocked all escape
and my bulldogs were munching
on huge Christmas steaks.
His big belly shook as he giggled with glee
"Now Scrooge you will see how nice Christmas can be,
Tonight through the magic my elves gave to me,
I'll make you into a gift, under Tiny Tim's tree."
Then instantly under his magical touch
He transformed me into a small wooden crutch
all packaged, beribboned, in bright green, and red
Imprisoned till morning, this box was my bed.
"Bah Humbug," I cried from my cardboard cell
"On Prancer, On Dancer," I heard St. Nick yell.
Christmas morning came quickly, with giggles of joy
and my package was opened by a small crippled boy
then the need in his life for this gift left it's mark
as tears fell from his eyes, on my cold wooden heart.
And I knew in that instant that Christmas was real
a great time to express all the love that we feel.
The next thing I knew I was back in my bed
with two arms, and two legs, and a much wiser head,
so I ran to my window, and hollered with cheer
"Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year."
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