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Thursday, December 25, 2014
Twas the Afternoon of Christmas
Twas the afternoon of Christmas and all through the
Everyone was stirring, but I couldn’t see them, not
even the gnome.
The stockings had long since been emptied and not with
Amnesia had already set in that ole’ St. Nick had been
Pretty wrappings and bows were scattered hither and
Toys unpacked and tried, the kids happy to play with
the boxes since dawn.
With Mom in her robe and I in my shorts,
We headed for the kitchen and the liquor to get some snorts.
On our fifth shot, there arose from the living room
such a loud clatter,
Someone was choking, we staggered in to see what was
There was so many bows and paper, we couldn’t find
I tripped and fell and broke my arm on a miniature jungle
We loaded up the kids and my dangling arm, driving
through the fresh snow,
Arriving at the hospital to see a sour Dr. Dough.
Though he didn’t want to, he fixed me right up,
Setting my bone, casting my arm, and kicking me in the
We stopped at Denny’s on the way home and what to my
wondering eyes should appear?
Illegally parked across three spaces were a sleigh and
We looked at each other in disbelief and walked
But there before us, in booth 13 sat Santa himself
putting down a Glandslam.
As we walked past him, he looked right at us,
His eyes so bright, his smile so merry,
He changed my day without words, made me feel like
He reached out and touched my arm and looked with
“You broke that today.”
I nodded and said nothing, astonished in his presence,
He rubbed the side of his nose, smiled, and touched my
“When you get
home, take that off.Your arm is now
healed and it will last.”
He took each of our kids and held them, even feeding
them his pie that had been baked,
Talking with them, making sure they were happy with
their morning take.
Once he was satisfied, he bid us a farewell,
Saying he was long overdue for several stiff
I told him to be careful as the skies are crowded
He gave his belly laugh and told me to watch where I
placed my feet, as being careful pays.
Seconds later we heard him exclaim, “Merry Christmas
to all and to all a good day!”
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