Children’s Pome for Adults – the REAL night before Christmas

Dear human-beings,

Besides being soft and cuddly a mission of mine is to bring poetry to the masses, of which you are some.   And I am here to bring you the truth . . . even though it might hurt.

Santa was frantic at the North Pole

Finances in the red, he was in the hole

Mrs Claus couldn’t afford sugar

For her cookies sublime

Dear old hubby didn’t have a dime

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North Pole employment had exploded

and Santa’s credit had eroded

He’d spent his last cent on black Friday deals

and turkey with the trimmings for thanksgiving meals

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The night before Christmas he no longer had clout

When all the elves threatened a walk-out

Elf-union held all the chips

As evidenced by the grin on all the elf lips

For every elf in all the land

Had won a pay deal without tipping their hand:

Double pay all December

a free thanksgiving meal in November

Finally fringe benefits for elves was real

For Santa and the Mrs, there was no appeal

Santa had bitten his nails to the quick

Both right and left eyes developed a tic

All Santa could do was self medicate

So he stuffed his mouth from the cookie plate santa-claus-being-drunk-holding-beer-33377069

And downed all the rum from a hot toddy cup

his blood pressure sky-high, went up and up

His big fat belly shook like a bowl full of lead

While visions of bankruptcy danced in his head

So all you children and adults too

Have compassion and learn to make due  

STOP asking for presents and things you don’t need

YOU must now take heed.

It’s no time for greed

If you want Santa another Christmas to live

to every red-kettle-bell-ringer

Dig in your pocket and GIVE.

Poetically yours,

Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author
Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author

6 thoughts on “Children’s Pome for Adults – the REAL night before Christmas

    1. Dear Sharon B-P, Human-being,
      This is an adorable pome because I am adorable and as you know all artistic endeavors are expressions of the artist. I would prefer not to perform the poem with my human because she tends to hog the lime-light in her never-ending quest for fame and recognition as an adorable human-being.

      Frankly,
      Freddie Parker Westerfield, Poet Lariet

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    1. Dear Jacqui Murray, human-being,
      I have no idea how anything is spelled as I rely on Mr Google. You are very astute in recognizing the “charming” in life.

      Frankly,
      Freddie Parker Westerfield, Poet Luriate

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    1. Dear Linda, human-being and Gidgett, Canine Dog

      My romantic poems are SO romantic if I shared them it would be considered an invasion of privacy. Thank you Gidgett for acknowledging my talent!

      Frankly,
      Freddie, CDT

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