Bad Santa


Bad Santa

A short poem (2/2018)

 

I thought I heard Santa, so I snuck downstairs.
I saw Santa kissing mommy.
I thought I heard reindeer rumbling. I didn’t. It was grunting.
I thought I heard sleigh bells ringing. I didn’t. It was mom shrieking.
I won’t be leaving cookies and milk for Santa anymore.

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