A Night Before Christmas, Revisited
A Visit From Santa
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the home,
No one was gaming, not even a gnome.
While me, in my flip-flops, and Alice in her blouse,
Watched the T.V. in a cold and shivery house.
The stockings were draped all over the room,
No clothes had been washed, and with no use of a broom.
A Christmas show we watched was still on the air,
The dude playing Santa was so rich and debonaire.
He gave all a present from a magical source,
Spending no more than a buck on each, of course.
When out on the porch there arose such a racket,
I jumped from my sofa, and threw on my jacket!
As I gazed through the peephole in the door that night,
I saw such an ogre, that caused me much fright.
A masked postman still struggled, to place mail in our box,
While working overtime, and his covering twenty blocks.
He spoke not a word, but then went straight to the task,
Then turning toward me, he ripped off his mask.
He had forgotten that Halloween was then long past,
While celebrating the wrong season, he left there at last.
He yelled "happy Christmas" and jumped into his truck,
But the jovial old dude had then, just run out of luck.
He changed into his red jacket, and put on a red cap,
I was so disturbed, I spilled coffee in my lap.
In my mail stacked there and mistaken for a bill,
I found a big check, from distant cousin's will.
It was for two million dollars and could go a long way,
In spreading much cheer in Christmas, that day.
With his two flat tires, Santa rumbled on, without any care,
While on the back of his truck, a thoughtful sign, he'd put there.
A once confused public servant, and under stress in his flight,
Wrote the sign, Merry Christmas, and to all a good night!