when all through the house,
I can hear creatures stirring - OMG there's a mouse!
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
Knitted, not store-bought, and stinky, I swear.
I spring from my bed,
WTF is the matter?
Shines like it's daytime,
Can I sleep?
That's a NO!
Open the shutters,
Yeah, I'm acting too rash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But eight smelly reindeer,
and no reason to fear.
so lively and quick,
Well, duh, I'm not stupid,
I know it's St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
so I scream out the window and call them by name:
Now Dasher! and Dancer! and Rudolph(?) and Vixen!
That's all I remember - Oh yeah, there's a Blitzen!
To the top of the wall!
Santa, stop staring,
I'm wailing, that's all.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Santa's says, "Shhh".
Why, Santa. Why?
afraid of my screaming,
I guess I'd be too.
And then, in a twinkling, I hear on the roof,
a bunch of hooves dancing, some snorting and woofs.
and I'm turning around,
Santa falls down the chimney and sits on the ground.
He is dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,
and he tells me to stifle or he'll give me the boot.
But you've stuck me in the 19th century,
so there's no phone in his sack.
Yes, I totally understand that it's a work in progress. I think the family you live with will be thrilled to hear you recite this amazing poem. And I'm sure it will turn out to be a heartwarming and wonderful event.
And now you know.