When Santa Got Stuck Up The Chimney

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.