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The Christmas Spirit

Twas Christmas Eve
And we all sat round
Nothing was stirring
There was no sound
Then without warning
Came a crash and a strain
Of Ho!Ho!Ho! – oh, not again!
We rushed to the chimney
Yes…here came the soot
Wee Jimmy pushed past
For a lot closer look
“Get back here, Jimmy”
Ma croaked, fists tight
She was ready for battle
On this Christmas night
Years of cleaning carpets
Of soot, food and grime
Had taken their toll
“He’s mine…all mine”
With bit more puffing
And a great hearty cheer
We saw black boots then
Jimmy shieked “Ma, he’s here!”
Ma had the poker
At the ready in her hand
“I’ll show him who’s here.”
And a blow she did land
Ma gave a shout
And it was of pure joy
Santa fell from the chimney
And onto wee Jimmy boy.
There was soot on the carpet
And blood up the wall
- Santa had copped it
- Once and for all!
By Amanda Stephens 2007 ©