Under The Christmas Tree Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Under The Christmas Tree
Under the Christmas tree I set.
Wating for my Christmas gifts.
A car, a truck a bike would be nice.
I ate all the cookies and drank the milk
Better for me than old saint nick.
It's getting really late and I can't wait.
I have to go pee, but I don't want to miss him.

Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins.
He was here and gone.
No truck, no car and no bike.
A sox full of rocks and a note.
It said, 'better luck next year you drunk! '