The Night Before Christmas - Poem by David Shoestring
T’was the night before Christmas;
A knock came to the door.
T’was a message from the Shoestring’s
To say they’d moved house once more.
Well! Santa set fire to his whiskas;
Uncle Holly threw a fit.
The Elves doubled up with laughter,
They didn’t care one bit.
You see, the presents had already been labelled,
The Sleigh was packed and set to go.
The Stars were lit
And the Clouds switched on
To ensure a good fall of snow.
Rudolph’s nose grew visibly paler.
The Reindeers stamped their hooves,
Making sparks fly from the cobblestones
When Santa shouted … “Stop! Nothing moves! ”
He said “They’ve moved just once too often”
And then (cheered on by the Elves) ,
Said “If they really want their Christmas presents,
They can fetch the ruddy things themselves! ”
Poem Notes: -
At Christmas we like to remember friends and family, even if we have not seen them for a long while. For some of us, the Christmas card address list is a nightmare of old diary entries; crossed out references; bits of scribble on scraps of paper where we have tried to keep track of people’s new home addresses, often in vain.
We ourselves have moved house many times, and on several occasions very close to the Christmas period, and we always felt guilty at having to mess everyone’s address books yet again.
This verse echoes the sentiment that I am sure would have been shared by many of our friends on hearing that we had moved ‘once more’.
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