This is a short piece that I wrote a few years ago for the humor. Maybe that I shouldn't have, as Santa hasn't stopped at my house since. I mean not once has he left me a presnt since I wrote this.


The Night Before Christmas

Just before Christmas twas the night.
Down through the chimney came Santa--
But he was way to fat.
In my chimney he got stuck tight.
I poured on some oil and down he slid fast--
Right in the fire he sat.
When he visits next year--
I bet he won't be nearly so fat.
Merry Christmas Everyone. Ho! Ho! Ho!




Poetry by Damon
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Written on 2009-12-11 at 02:46

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Kathy Lockhart
This is a cute version. I bet my grandkids will love this one.
Dear Damon, did you not know that Santa must be fat. It's because he eats all the HOHOs and even the DingDongs, Twinkies, cookies and milk the kids leave him. This year just give leave a key under the mat. : )
2009-12-11