Christmas— with a Bang!
On this Christmas night,
When the full moon rose,
I felt a chill
From my head to my toes
And deep in my heart
I got an eerie feeling
That something was watching,
Spying, and peering.
So, I latched the windows
And checked the door,
Jumped in my bed,
I was scared to the core.
What could be watching
And peering at me?
There was nothing in the room,
Except for me and the tree!
With tinsel, glitter,
And ambient light,
It shined and twinkled
Like a star in the night.
Then I saw something scary,
Two Piercing Blue Eyes
Which took me to shivers
And whimpering cries.
Well, my courage increased
And from my pillow came the gun.
How many could there be?
Ah, I’ll shoot everyone!
I’ll fire a barrage
Across the width of the tree,
That should get them all
Be it one, or three.
Stick-um-up You Varmints
I got rounds in this gun
If you don’t come out soon
I’ll shoot everyone.
Ho, Ho, no, no,
Just take it easy,— SON.
Don’t you shoot old Santa Clause
With that blasted gun!
***
Well, there he was in his Santa gear,
Red Suite, Black Boots, White Trim.
Then the child in me screeched with delight
So I jumped out of bed to run to him,
But the gun went off as I crossed the floor
And I shot him in his Gifting Sack.
Then Santa Yelled,— “Naughty List!
Ho, Ho, Ho,— I won’t be back!”
So off he went in his sky-bound sleigh
Yelling at the top of his voice,
“We’ve got to stop at Wal*Mart next
Ho, Ho, Ho, we’ve got no choice!
It seems we’re short of gifts
Thanks to Wingnut and his gun!
That’s the fourth shooter tonight
And the night has just begun.”
JE Falcon
11-30-2015
