Post by michaelgallatin on Nov 18, 2011 12:39:58 GMT -5
As I looked out my window
on a bright, Winter day,
there was a man on my grass
and I had to say "Hey!"
I went out and asked him
about lying there on my lawn.
And he replied very sadly,
"I think my sleigh's up and gone!"
"But frankly I can't say I blame
those reindeer one bit."
"Wouldn't be surprised at all
either if Mrs. Claus had a fit."
I could see very plainly
he was dressed all in red.
Then when he rolled over,
well, I could have dropped dead.
Santa looked up at me imploringly
out of his old, rheumy eyes.
He said, "Don't have too much
Christmas cheer if you want to be wise!"
"For I've had one too many
as I know you can see."
"And now I must wonder
what will happen to me."
My friends, I took pity
for I'd surely been there.
I brought Santa inside where
he found a comfortable chair.
As he sat there so grateful
I said, "I know what to do!"
"I'll make a huge pot of coffee
and I'll give some to you."
So I did and he drank it
and then sobered up good.
He looked cheerful and rosy
just like I think Santa should.
I admit that when we called
his wife, we told her a lie.
Just a small one and then
he said, "Now I've got to fly!"
For the reindeer had returned
and Santa climbed into his sleigh.
And he laughed and said,
"See you on a far better day!"
Michael "In Good Spirits" Gallatin
on a bright, Winter day,
there was a man on my grass
and I had to say "Hey!"
I went out and asked him
about lying there on my lawn.
And he replied very sadly,
"I think my sleigh's up and gone!"
"But frankly I can't say I blame
those reindeer one bit."
"Wouldn't be surprised at all
either if Mrs. Claus had a fit."
I could see very plainly
he was dressed all in red.
Then when he rolled over,
well, I could have dropped dead.
Santa looked up at me imploringly
out of his old, rheumy eyes.
He said, "Don't have too much
Christmas cheer if you want to be wise!"
"For I've had one too many
as I know you can see."
"And now I must wonder
what will happen to me."
My friends, I took pity
for I'd surely been there.
I brought Santa inside where
he found a comfortable chair.
As he sat there so grateful
I said, "I know what to do!"
"I'll make a huge pot of coffee
and I'll give some to you."
So I did and he drank it
and then sobered up good.
He looked cheerful and rosy
just like I think Santa should.
I admit that when we called
his wife, we told her a lie.
Just a small one and then
he said, "Now I've got to fly!"
For the reindeer had returned
and Santa climbed into his sleigh.
And he laughed and said,
"See you on a far better day!"
Michael "In Good Spirits" Gallatin
, enjoying and replying. And Andrew when you read this at Christmas, have a little nip of something strong, smooth, good and tasty while doing so my friend! 
A delightful reply from a delightful lady! Thank you dear one for the kind compliments. I'm so glad you liked this. This poem I did just for fun though my wife can't picture Santa drunk and lying on the lawn. After all he is a saint and she's Catholic. But then again perhaps Santa got inebriated on Benedictine or Frangelico! 
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
