This, the Fat Man’s night of nights
Tuck them in and dim the lights
Lest he catch them still awake
Waiting for a peek to take

No one thinks about how hard
this job is, to stay on guard
Treacherous, this wonder work
Dangers all around him lurk

Will he get stuck twixt the bricks
Holding Billy’s hockey sticks?
Will his leg be rendered null
by the Sanderson’s pit bull?

Will his bag be torn a shred
Getting pulled from rooftop sled?
Will he miss a deadline ‘cause
Mrs. Green’s cat bared her claws?

What if someone’s rancid cocoa
makes his intestines go loco?
Santa, hear my words this eve:
Take good care, ‘cause we believe!

(c) 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil