Waiting For Father Christmas.

Festive poem.

Waiting for Father Christmas

By Thomas Stevenson and Mary Mercer

 

The night before Christmas is cozy and exciting,

The blaze of the fire is warm and inviting,

Festive cheer all around,

Waiting for Santa Claus to ground,

Hot chocolate and takeaway for all,

Watching Kevin boobie-trap the hall,

“Time to get in bed” says Mum,

But we’re too excited for him to come,

In the night we heard a bump,

And that’s the thing that made me jump,

Sneaking down to see who’s there,

On my own in my underwear,

Big black boots and long white beard,

Suddenly he disappeared,

I ran upstairs to tell the rest,

They said it was absolutely west!

“go back to bed” they all told me,

So I went ‘toilet to have a wee,

Why don’t they believe me?

If only they could see.