twas the day after christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
crap was strewn haphazardly about
covering even our pet mouse
the stockings were spilled on the couch and the chair
It was readily apparent that someone had been there.

When what to my tired old ears should I hear, but two blaring robots doing battle quite near
I achingly stood to see what was the matter as my children did argue and chatter and chatter
I thought to myself who could cause such commotion and I new in a flash
the cause of locomotion

SANTA CLAUSE

A very old elf, who was lonely and strange
known only to keep company with the small and deranged
he was rumored to sneak about town once a year
climbing on rooftops with what he claimed were "flying reindeer"

Passing toys out to children whom scarcely he met
while he smiled and winked
such a thought left me dripping with sweat

Who was this strange man I thought to myself
who could pose right among us and not seem a threat

As I watched parents and children standing in lines
all desperately seeking to share money and time
with this man this conundrum who couldn't be write

I must google I thought to understand why. Or how such a thing could occur
without cause or exposure
Freud like implications
made me almost lose my composure

So I typed in the keys in my querriless search
and found the cause of this perilous learch

Plain as day it popped up on my screen in my den
It was Coca Cola that caused such chagrin

How obvious and clear it all came to me then
that this conglomerate incorporation could spin
such a perilous web and create such a stir
all leading back to small can of acidic drink nestled
in a neatly wrapped tin (can of coke).

I listened to each boy and girl
telling tales of the toys their parents
would have to endure

the idea to my notion was so very haughty
how could this creepy old man dare call children naughty

so I thought to myself trying to drift of to sleep
confused in my slumber which would scarcely by deep
how humans at time could tend to be sheep
going further they dared call that poor old Grinch a creep

At least he kept to himself
only drawn from his cave
with such loud clanging and clatter
where such a matter legal
clearly an insane defense would possibly matter

Happy Holidays to all
and to all..................... a good night