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Christmas Poem

I wrote this poem because it really makes people laugh and think about what happens on Christmas Eve when they are asleep. It also makes you think about the times you may have left your fire burning and what might have happened to Santa.

© Peyton
As Santa came down,
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew,
The fire out.
And that’s when we heard him,
let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That’s why there’s no fire,
On Christmas Eve.

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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