On Christmas Eve, Santa was on his sleigh. When suddenly, he hit his round head. The only creatures near were his raindeer. On their faces was an expression of fear. Recently they had taken classes of first aid. Then were given glasses of cold lemonade. Toby said, "Frankie, what must we do?" "I have some idea, but not to boo hoo." "Don't ask me just because I am Frankie." "Michael, hand me my white hankie." Michael screamed, "where is brother Wes?" "This sure is a big problem and a mess." Wes came running, "let's us get Lee." "I know one thing, we can't flee." Lee quickly said, "here comes Ivan." "Yes, we can get him into the van." Now, Ivan was very close to Rod. "Let's quickly get him off the sod." "Tonight, Santa sure is very heavy." Lee said, "he went to the Outhouse Levy." Toby shouted, "yes, he ate some greens!" "Trying to out eat a bunch of loud teens!" Frankie interrupted, "Santa ate ten ham hocks." "So huge, they were as large as coal rocks." Matt said, "he ate ten loaves of bread." "No wonder Santa is almost dead." "Why did he do this?" said Wes. "He know to eat very little or less." Just then, Santa moved and woke up. "Where is my banana split and buttercup!" Copyright (C) 1996 Marva L. Dowdin
Reason for writing:
Santa had a sudden mishap on Christmas Eve. One problem was he ate too much.
One would think that he had learned his lesson, but he hasn't. He will continue to
look for those cookies, mik, and other foods under the tree for his expanding stomach.
You can help by leaving less for him this year. This poem is from a collection from my
Christmas book. "Have a merry Christmas and a smile is worth a million."
Marva L. Dowdin
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