Christmas Eve Poem by Justin Tallman

Christmas Eve



It's December
wait in line
cough up the cash
bring your children
happiness

Santa Claus
is on the roof
down the chimney
don't peep
he's easily spooked

The kids are a sleep
they fell for it
forge the name
of a make believe man
he'll get the praise
for waiting in line
and coughing up cash

You're a great parent

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