Almost Busted By Santa's Elf...A NiaG Poem

It's 12:24 my cheek's to the floor

If I strain I can see what my parents got

Underneath the door I can see feet shuffling some more

What I want, I hope no one forgot

Though my baby brother's four

He better not touch what's mine, I’ll take him down that li'l snot

All bets are off I’ll say no more

I’ll pinch his arm ‘til he thinks he's just gotten a shot

If only I can see, my necks getting sore

And my back is cramping a lot

If I can just crack the door

I can catch them hustling, with our gifts, on the spot

I peep to see something that shakes me to the core

One large man with elves putting toys in a slot

It was not the parents that I adore

It was Santa placing down a toy robot

My parents weren’t lying about this man of yore

I slowly slipped back to my cot

I can't tell a soul about this big score

They'll think I'm fibbing like when I said I was Prince of Camelot.

Oh no, on the way back my pants caught and tore

And in my throat grew a huge knot

Now all was quiet minus my brother’s snore

Someone’s coming to see if I’m being a bad tot

The door opens with what sounds like a roar

And I lay chin up stiff in my cot

The door closed back like a tide from shore

Guess they thought I was sleep when I was not

Whew that was close, I won’t sneak anymore

From this day on, a good boy I’ll be ‘til I rot