| And then, lo and behold, I heard on the roof, The thumping and pawing of each great big hoof, As I drew in a breath, and hoped they wouldn't fall through, Out of the chimney popped a figure I knew. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, In an Australian summer??, silly old coot! With a bundle of toys in a sack on his back, He looked just like a swaggie, toting his pack. His eyes how they sparkled, black as blackberries, His cheeks and his nose were as red as big cherries, He was smiling so widely, his face was alight, And the beard on his chin was as white as snow white. A well polished pipe was clenched in his teeth, But its barrel was empty, smoking's bad for your health, His face was so merry, above a massive round belly, Too much beer and sitting in front of the telly. He was so chubby and jolly, a strange little man, And I laughed as I saw him reach straight for a can, He tipped back his head and with a wink of his eye, Said "I much prefer Fosters to milk and mince pie". He gulped it straight down and then went to work, He filled all our stockings, then turned with a jerk, "Tell no-one you saw me, be quiet as a mouse, Usually everyone's asleep when I visit their house". Then he flew up the chimney, called his team to come hither, And away they all flew, as light as a feather, I rubbed at my eyes, had I imagined it all, Perhaps hit my head, when I happened to fall. That's when I realised, that the man short and fat, With his shiny black boots and pointy red hat, Now I hope you agree as you read through this poem, There's no doubt about it, SANTA'S A GNOME!! |
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