ST NICKS ARE FOR KIDS

ST. NICKS ARE FOR KIDS

Roger A. Davis

T'was the night before Christmas
And Dad wasn't stirring in the house
He was passed out on the couch, soused

We kids can make a big fuss
Because Mom was sleeping like a log
She had way too much eggnog

Up from our beds we sprang
And 911 we rang
We heard a break-in, door banged

We crept to the stairway to take a peek
We were so scared our knees were weak
We saw what appeared to be St. Nick

But we were old enough to know it was a trick
Tim ran back to the phone and said, “There's a stranger
Come quick, we are in danger”

Red lights and sirens soon started to blare
I yelled down at the imposter, "You’d better beware"
He turned and looked up with a stare

Ought Oh, it was Uncle Frank
Everybody’s going to know our parents were tanked
And we will be thoroughly spanked

This story has a happy ending
Our punishment is still pending
Till our parents are released from jail
Hey, I'm just kidding, this is a made-up tale