The snow fell softly on Christmas Eve,
The cold night was set to stay.
Children were all asleep in their beds,
Excited for Christmas Day.
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As Santa’s sleigh flew across the sky,
Toys and gifts packed in his sack.
Wrapped up warmly from the chill,
He slung the goodies around his back.
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Jumping down from off his sleigh,
Onto the rooftops down below.
He made his way into the chimney,
Leaving footprints in the snow.
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But oh! This chimney had seemed so narrow,
They don’t build houses like they did.
His large stomach pressed up against the flue,
how he had got so big!
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As panic began to fill him,
This had never happened to him before.
He twisted and writhed with all of his might,
But he just couldn’t slide down to the floor.
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No one would know he was up there,
Unless he screamed loudly for help.
If he was lucky that Rudolf would hear him,
Then the reindeer could go and fetch Elf.
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If not then poor Santa would perish,
Cremated alive from the flames.
His reputation would be in such tatters,
Ruining Christmas would be such a shame.
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If Santa got stuck up a chimney,
And children never received presents again.
Would Christmas become just a legend?
Without Santa, it just won’t be the same.
About the Creator
Hazel Rymell
..Suddenly I crash back down to earth with a big almighty bump!
...when not in a dolly daydream, creative me is at home in the UK doing the normal everyday mundane jobs, that seem to go on forever...until the daydreaming kicks in again...
Comments (1)
Such a cute poem, Hazel. But wow yeah I wonder what would happen if this did happen!