Twis The Night Santa Got Busted Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Twis the night before Christmas and all through the house not a person was up not even a dog.
The soxes were hung on the door with tape just waiting for Old st.Nick.
Mom in her hight gown and me in my long johns.
Settle in for a night of nics.
When all of a sudden we hear what was police cars.
As we watched the tv with surprise.
The reporter said the busted Santa for breaking and entering.
As the police cars drove out of sight.
We hear him say, Merry Christmas to all and call my lawyer.