THE LITTLE FAT MAN IN RED
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells thats all I hear these day's
I wonder why Rudolph never brings Santa around my way?
I always hang my stockings, yes, I hang them with care
But, I don't believe there's a man out there flying through the air

I'll play along for the children
I'll even listen for the sleigh
But, can you make "ME" some cookies
Instead of the man who's on his way?

How will Santa bring us our presents
Without a fireplace, and no key to our home
Why am I asking this silly question?
He's only real in the twilight zone
I don't care, I'm getting sleepy
I think I'm going to bed
Maybe some of those visions of sugarplums
Will come and dance in "my" head

It's finally Christmas Morning
MY GOSH! I can't believe my eyes
The milk and cookies were devored
And someone has been inside
The stockings are full, and there's presents
All around the Christmas Tree
I guess that little Fat Man in Red
Has made a believer out of me!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!




Comments:
 
Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 12/28/2008 3:15:37 PM
First of all I love the title..clever..The poem flows very well and the theme carried throughout. Good Job!

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JUST A LITTLE POEM ABOUT THE MAN IN RED. I WISH I COULD BRING BACK THE YEARS I BELIEVED IN HIM. IT WAS MAGICAL!
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