Our Night With Santa

It was the night before christmas there was a funny sound there was santa stuck in the chimney and couldn’t get down. He wiggled and jiggled but he wouldn’t come lose so we tied him to the reindeer and tried to bust him loose, the sound of the panic the sound of the shame, poor old santa I don’t think he will be the same.

Greg O\\\'Neill

Author: Greg.O

I like to try different ways in poetry, I have only recently started to publicize my poetry. All good for a bit of fun. Don't think my poetry is personal as most is not.

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