Santa Claus – The Poem

It was Christmas Eve

My wife lay asleep beside me

The children were dreaming

Of what Santa would bring

I was tossing and turning

When a loud clamor started below

I slid out of bed and reached for

The bat I kept under the bed

Slowly I went down the stairs

And what a sight I did see

A fat, man in a red suit

Was stuck in my fireplace chimney

Now I have been a believer

Ever since I was small

So there was no doubt

As to who he was at all

I grabbed onto the black booted feet

And pulled as hard as I could

Out popped a jolly fat man

Twinkling eyes and white beard

We tumbled to the ground

And he laughed ho, ho, ho

Alas Santa had twisted his ankle

And I helped him to my recliner

Then dashed upstairs to dress

And wake up my wife

I left her to tend to Santa

And dashed outside

There on my roof

Were eight reindeer

Braying and pawing

A huge sleigh with a large sack of presents

I took my ladder from the garage

And clambered on up

I don’t know if the reindeer

Understood the dilemma

But as soon as I sat down

They flew off the roof

And up into the night sky

I believe I am the only mortal man

Who has made it around the world

In one whole night

Dawn was breaking over my hometown

As we landed back on my roof

Tiredly I clambered back down the ladder

Wearily put it in the garage

And went into my house

Santa was drinking some hot coffee

And ready for a flight home

Santa popped back up my chimney

And I dashed out to see

Him waving good-bye

And with a Merry Christmas

The sleigh disappeared into the bright sky

I dragged myself up the stairs

And as I was laying my head on my pillow

My children dashed in

Shouting “Santa’s been here!”

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!