Santa got stuck in a tree
Twas the night before Christmas, children were sent to bed early. Santa was on his way!
Twas the night before Christmas
The cookies and milk I got ready
To bed I hied, to await Santa's arrival
I pretended to be asleep, I even snored
I waited and waited, so very eagerly
After hearing not a peep
Down the stairs I quietly creeped
Not a single present was there
Under the Christmas tree to share
The clock chimed midnight
Not a Merry Christmas, or a ho, ho, ho
Could be heard, the night was mighty calm
A few teardrops cascaded down my unhappy cheeks
My brother came dashing down the stairs
"Guess what sis, look out the window". He yelled.
"Why, I don't want to". I was sad
He grabbed my hand, hauling me to the wintry sill
He pointed north, I think
There, up in yonder large patch of pines
Was Saint Nick, with Rudolph, Dasher, Prancer
And all the rest, all tangled and tied up among the limbs
"Oh my goodness, whatever shall we do"? I pondered
I grabbed the dinner bell, flew out the door
And with a mighty ringing and clanging
Woke up the entire neighborhood
Children tumbled from their beds,
Bleary-eyed and all confused
Our parents came to find out what the fuss was about
Oh my, call the fire brigade, fetch a ladder
Poor Santa was all embarrassed and red of face
So sorry, so sorry, he kept apologizing
Don't worry about it, Mr. Klaus
You will be ok in a jiffy
With a pullin and a pushin. A tuggin and a haulin
Santa Claus was finally free and raring to go
"I'm late. i'm late". He worried.
Rudolph niggled his chest, a charm in his mouth
"Ah yes, the magic charm of emergency".
"With this magical aid I can zip twice as fast
So all the children can still receive all their gifts"
"Thank you all, and merry Christmas".
With a cheery ho, ho, ho. He flew into the sky
I woke up early next morning, ran down the stairs
My brother had beaten me to it
There were wrappers flung everywhere
I knew it had all been a dream
IS SANTA CLAUS REAL YOU ASK ME?
That is for me to know and you to find out!
The presents are waiting. They won't open themselves!
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Novel Allen
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Dear Novel - Sorry I haven't heard from you; I'm always in the wrong pond. But, thought of you when I sent this family 'Schtick' out. Since we both are always interpreted by readers differently than our intent; especially metphorially writing; and they are 1/2 read. Thought you might get a hoot outta this 'Schtickle' of a Kantor Slant on Essential Family Annual Holiday reports. Example: Someone wrote me back after reading this saying, ''Ooh, I'm so sorry about your Aunt Frieda". I just sent this to friends/ family as a 'Goof' of course. Too much 'Schmaltzy' stuff going around; just me being me! My favorite 'Family' Type missive this year ~ Happy Holidays, You've always given me "The Novel Approach" ~ L'Chaim ~ Family Update: ..." 1st some good news. Jay found a furnished studio apartment on the Hudson River. It's an exclusive gated community called Sing-Sing, and he shares it with his new roommate, Buba. The lodgings come with free meals and the use of an exercise yard the guys share with 1,700 other like-minded gentlemen. Now the sad news: Jay thinks it may be impossible to join us this year; maybe in 3 to 5?" "....Aunt Frieda passed away in April. She lived long enough to say her last words: "Just GO we can make the Light." So, what else? Other than Frieda being wiped out by a truck. Jay being incarcerated, just the same old~same old. *Ooh, just got a text from Jay. He and Buba have escaped and will be joining us for holiday dinner after all. Say an extra prayer. - Mz u Mz n - Find some smiles this year - j-bud