SANTA, TAKE CARE
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
Sharp Little Pencil 
Sherry Blue Sky
Love it!
1sojournal
So do I! Have a wonderful Holiday,
Elizabeth
Sharp Little Pencil
You, too, Elizabeth. We had midnight services last night (yawn), and of course the pastor and his wife never skip the following Sunday. THe choir has the day off so I get to sing three songs, including a song after a baptism. I’m going to sing Barry Manilow’s “I Am Your Child,” written by Marty Panzer.
Love, Amy
Dick
Perfect – A.A. Milne for the 21st century!
Sharp Little Pencil
Dick, what a sweet thought, thanks so much. I love Milne! (And usually I am so political, sarcastic, or writing on depression, so I HAVE to believe in Santa!) Amy
Debbie
You are precious. Can’t believe all the poems that just poor out of you! God bless!
Sharp Little Pencil
Bless you right back, Debbie. It’s the gift of God – manic depression. I never know what kind of day I will have, although thanks to treatment, I maintain much greater control over my swings and… appropriateness!! Peace, Amy
Rosie
This info is the cat’s paaajms!