It was the evening before Christmas
and everything was astir
no stockings were hung for no one seemed to care
even the mouse in the hole seemed a little down.
The tree was up and only have decorated for the people
seemed not to be really interested in doing this thing.
When all of a sudden, they heard out their front door
there was such a clatter for the police were their sirens
blaring and all were running and screaming for one reason
or another. They all shouted but nobody was listening.
Then all of a sudden it got very quiet for a light snow was
falling for it was muffling all the noise. The police, victims and
bystanders stood in awe for when they looked around, they all did
see a jolly old elf dressed in a red sequined suit for they thought
could it be Santa Claus but why dressed that way. It seemed so
out of place for its Christmas Eve. What would the children and even
adults think of such a sight as what stood before them. He turned about
and with a touch to his nose, he went from car to car to see how he
could help one and all. When his work was done, he just disappeared.
Not a word was said for they knew who he was, but they did hear as they
we're finishing up "Merry Christmas to all and to a Good night!!
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Comments (5)
An old sequined elf is quite a vision. Merry Christmas to you, Mark❣🎄
I'd surely marvel on a sequined old elf. I felt sorry for the sad little mouse, maybe someone could give him some crackers? (I doubt they actually eat cheese?) Merry Christmas to you, too and Good night (in advance)❤️
Very unique take, but I like it.
Love it this is very different I love it ♦️♦️♦️😊
Very cool, Mark!