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Santa's Big ButtIt was the night before christmas and all through the house all the creatures were stirring even the mouse. They knew that Santa would soon be there they decided to get an extra large chair. After last year Santa was around he ate so much he flattened the chair to the ground. He might look innocent enough but how can he carry around that extra large butt? The time was coming Santa will soon be here better get out the trusty dustpan and broom. The mice were expecting to clean up a big mess one cookie and a mouthful of milk nothing more, nothing less. Up on the roof there arose such a clatter I ran to the kitchen to see what was the matter. HO,HO,HO oh no he's here hurry up everybody and hide the beer. Down through the chimney CLATTER,CLANG,BOOM Santa was here he had just entered the room. All covered with soot from being so fat we watched him cross the room in the extra large chair he sat. He pushed and grunted his face turned a bright red "Are you okay Santa? I see a vein sticking out in your head." KABANG! there goes the chair it wasn't strong enough and he lost his hair. The hat flopped off his head and onto the floor "Hey Santa, don't ask for cookies there aren't anymore." He didn't say anything just got up and panted he turned around to see the damage. "I think I need to lose some weight maybe sometime next year no more cookies, no more cake and definately not anymore beer. Copyright Cynthia Jones Nov.21/2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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