Twas the Afternoon of Christmas

Twas the afternoon of Christmas and all through the home

Everyone was stirring, but I couldn’t see them, not even the gnome.

The stockings had long since been emptied and not with care,

Amnesia had already set in that ole’ St. Nick had been there.

 

Pretty wrappings and bows were scattered hither and yawn,

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 the matter.

There was so many bows and paper, we couldn’t find them,

I tripped and fell and broke my arm on a miniature jungle gym.

 

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 butt.

 

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 eight reindeer.

We looked at each other in disbelief and walked inside,

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 cherries.

He reached out and touched my arm and looked with care,

“You broke that today.”

I nodded and said nothing, astonished in his presence,

He rubbed the side of his nose, smiled, and touched my cast,

 “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 cocktails.

I told him to be careful as the skies are crowded these days,

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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