Santa Just Took the Mickey Out of Me
He knows you know!
Well, Christmas Day just came and went,
For me it was a big non-event,
The guy that I am supposed to trust,
Just took the mickey out of me.
....
All was quiet on Christmas Eve,
But I was wide awake,
Waiting for that big fat lump,
to come and visit me.
....
I waited up for half the night,
waiting to see his sleigh.
I wanted to make sure that he’d seen
All the presents I needed today.
....
About half past four, he finally arrived,
I was hiding behind the chair,
To make sure he did what was right,
And leave all my presents here.
....
The first thing that the big lump did,
Was sit down in my favorite chair.
He drank all the milk, ate all the snacks,
He looked way too relaxed.
....
He finally got up and was just about to leave
But had taken nothing from his sack.
I shouted out, “Hey you there, you forgot to unpack”
“Ho, Ho, Ho,” was his reply as he gave his belly a smack.
....
“I left your gifts beside the door, you’ll find them there,”
“Now if you don’t mind, I’ve got to run,
Oh, by the way, have you been good?”
Were his final words to me?
....
“Of course I have, I’m always good”
Was my prompt but courteous reply.
And as he jumped back into his sleight,
I trotted off to bed.
....
Anticipation filled my head,
I tossed and turned inside my bed
I couldn’t wait for Christmas Day,
So I could go, tick off my list, and count up all my toys.
****
When everyone else was up,
I rased down the stairs to the front door,
and opened up the sack,
And here’s where I could cry,
It was full of things I did not need,
Not a smell of candies or any toy.
****
Socks and jocks, a book to read,
A jumper and - a clock?
It was then I realized what he’d done,
He had taken the mickey out of me.
****
He left a note that said
“Next year, you had better not lie,
I know when you’ve been bad or good."
"But boy, those cookies were good!"
****
Well, let me tell you, Santa Claus,
Next year, there will be none,
Except for some, I feed my dog,
I’ll teach you to take the mickey out of me.
****
Till next time, thanks for reading,
Calvin
About the Creator
Calvin London
I write fiction, non-fiction and poetry about all things weird and wonderful, past and present. Life is full of different things to spark your imagination. All you have to do is embrace it - join me on my journey.



Comments (3)
Well I just don't know what to say about that poem. Mickey or not, that kid didn't deserve anything. I'm with Santa.
Ho ho, felt it.
Oh disappointment we all know. And the feeling of getting revenge.. well written!!