The Night Santa Got Trapped (A Poem)
Image courtesy Pixabay He came in through the chimney, As he does every Christmas Eve. He carried a bag over his shoulder With more presents in it than you could believe. Santa was delivering his gifts For Violet and Rose. And, as he entered their living room He smiled as the smell of fresh cookies and milk entered his nose. His joyful spirit, And the goodwill he felt, Soon turned into surprised despair From the pain that filled his foot with a jolt. Who would have known With his boots so thick A single building block left on the floor Would still hurt like heck? As his eyes filled up with tears, He tried not to shout out loud. There was a family sleeping nearby And loud noises simply were not allowed. As he hopped around though Santa slipped on a toy car and crashed into the tree. He then fell to the floor with a thud And skinned up his knee. He sat there stunned, Hoping he didn't wake the girls from their winter nap. And, as he scanned the dark room He realized he was tra...