A Christmas Puzzle (Poetic Puzzles by Whonunuwho)
Was Christmas Eve, and as usually happens,
Anticipation, rampant, with all the distractions.
The stockings were hanging above the fireplace,
As children were waiting for presents to embrace.
The author of one Noel poem, a superman was he,
What more could you ask, or just might want to see?
The pudding was covered, as the cookies for free,
An unwelcome guest was in that old house, you see.
Mom was in her house robe, me, I was in my new P.J.s,
Gramps was loudly snoring, while I was in a daze.
The lights were turned off. but suddenly then back on,
That little mischief maker, was there, and then gone.
I decided to arise and out my window, just to peer,
There, Santa Clause in his sled, led by eight tiny reindeer.
He called to them sharply, and each by their name,
Flew to the top of our house, snorting as they came.
Meanwhile, back near the fireplace, a cinder was blown,
A fresh fire was burning, in a split second, brightly shown.
Old Santa was sliding down the chimney with glee,
not knowing the glowing, was his soon to see.
I heard a few expletives, as he then shuffled all about,
Then ranting and raving, followed by a great shout.
A small chuckle and giggling to my ears then were let,
No mercy would we show to this rascal, when was met.
In spite of the rough landing dear Santa was still nice,
Filled all the stockings and was all sugar and spice.
Left us fine presents placed under the green tree,
Ate up a few cookies, then he left one just for me.
As he laid a finger beside his nose, covering his rear,
Up the chimney, dear old St.Nick arose, with no fear.
I heard the jolly old elf, as he then drove out of sight,
Shouted "A merry Christmas to all, and all a good night!"
The next morning was quite happy and mischief, we forgot,
The little rascal was so cheerful, although he'd done quite a lot.
We even shared a bit with him, in spite of his shenanigans,
As he sat quietly watching cartoons, with his clubhouse fans.
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