Annual Christmas Day Pome – Sick Ole St Nick

T’was the Day After Christmas Eve Pome

It’s true so they say that on Christmas day

old St Nick is always sick

from sugar, carbs, inhaling soot

and lunging sacks of children’s loot

Santa has to unbuckle his belt

to make room for cookies, and chocolate gelt

Popping antacids with each milk drink

he’s lactose intolerant, that’s why the wink


Up all night,

by mornings light he’s a fright

The chubby ole fellow, no longer mellow

Back’s in spasm, eyes are red

Climbing to chimney tops, legs like lead

When home he goes, the ho ho hoes

have turned to moans

the silent night filled with grunts and groans

No longer just plump he’s a fat grump


The reindeer too have lost their cheer

for all things festive in the New Year

His packed on pounds during the rounds

create huge drag for even a stag

They huff, puff and wheeze

looking for a stiff breeze

to help carry Santa over roof tops and trees

All the way back the reindeer pray

he’ll loose 50 pounds before next Christmas day

Cuz Rudolph et. al are running out of gas

hauling Santa’s growing ass

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Merry Christmas to all who indulge and bulge!

from judy and Freddie Parker Westerfield

Freddie Parker Westerfield, Published Author

Freddie Parker Westerfield, CDT RET

Merry Christmas pome from the “Merry Maid”

 For “merry maids” it’s our thing

cookies bake, timers ring

tis the season

for unreason

 good eats and tasty treats

Inhale the sugar and the fat

We eat for Christmas cheer

 Cuz opportunity like that 

comes around but once a year


(I always dress appropriately when I bake)

". . .  she still believes in Santa too . . .  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"
“delusional . . . she still believes in Santa too . . .
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night”