Christmas in the Loft
It was Christmas Day that morning
I'd awoken from a frosty night
All the trees were covered
in snow
Which brought off a beautiful light
Fired up my pot of coffee
And scrambled eggs to top it all off
Turned up the Christmas songs
When I'd heard a sound from the loft
It was the sound of grunting and growling
Very strange and not very pleasin
And I'll have to admit I
was spooked
Ironically at this time of
the season
I found the courage to battle my fears
Crept up to the loft and
the sound
And what to my wondering eyes did appear
Santa's reindeer takin a poop in the round
Rachel Ann Bovier
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