Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday

One Christmas my Dad said he knew where Santa lived

We begged to takes us, we did not want to be deprived

My skeptical older brother said we were being jived

So my Dad put us in the car, and told us to be quiet until we arrived

Being kids, and excited to meet Santa, that was a promise we needed to break.

Thinking we were going to see Santa our emotions did overtake

Suddenly the car veered right and an old mountain road Daddy did take

And he drove high into the sky without hitting his brake.

The road was narrow, steep. And filled with potholes

We pleaded with my dad to turn over the controls

And he told us to stop being Christmas trolls

The top of the mountain was his goal

My little brother told my Dad that Santa lived at the North Pole not on top of a hill

But my Dad insists we chill

The North Pole was a lie created by Santa but he meant no ill will

He needed privacy and didn’t want his shop overrun like a jolly Bastille.

And so we continued going higher

And none of wanted to call him a liar

But we knew he didn’t mean to steer us into a quagmire.

But we had all paid the price for his theories created by him that did conspire.

It was a treacherous route

And we almost fell of the mountain during our commute

So we were stunned to see at the top of the hill a cottage and workshop covered by festive lights throughout

Then we saw someone walks towards us wearing a Santa suit

When we saw Santa we knew there was a glitch

And when my Dad said “we are here Santa,” the elf’s face did twitch.

The he said to my father “you are one dumb son  of a bitch

You just climbed Mount Crumpet and I am the Grinch. 

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