A Christmas Speciality

Santa Had a Bad Day

Santa had a bad day

Four of his elves got sick

The trainee elves did not produce

The toys quite as quick

Santa felt the pressure

Down in his big round belly

His Christmas plans were turning out

Like undeveloped jelly

Then Mrs. Claus told Santa

Her mom would soon come visit

His stress was building daily

"this isn't my year, is it?"

He went to harness reindeer

And found that three were preggers

Two others had just jumped the fence

Where were those lousy beggars?

When he began to load the sleigh

One of the floorboards cracked

The toy bag fell to the ground

No longer were they stacked

Frustrated poor old Santa

Went for a cup of cider

And maybe just a shot of rum

With the pressure getting tighter

But the cupboard, it was empty

The elves had drunk it all

And hidden all his liquor

Those elves sure had some gall

Frustration ever growing

He dropped the cider jug

And scattered glass upon the floor

And even on the rug

He went to get his trusty broom

But the mice ate all the straw

Not a thing was going right

Then he looked up and saw

An angel standing at his door

He heard the doorbell ring

He yanked that big door open

And heard the angel sing

"Merry Christmas to you Santa

Isn't this a lovely day

I pray this day is going right

For you in every way

I've brought a little Christmas tree

And I, myself, did pick it

It's yours because you're Santa Claus

Where would you like to stick it?"

Thus began the custom

And why today you see

A pretty little angel

On top the Christmas tree

Mdailey

12/10/08