The feet that inspire me

The feet that inspire me
My little angel and my little mischief

Thursday, 8 December 2016

Alternative The Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas when all through the house 
Everything stirred as you screamed and not like a mouse
The snot was running down onto your lip 
And the tears were pouring and your hands were in a tight fist
The sound of Father Christmas tucking into his mince pie 
Had woken you and you started to cry 
Ruldoph and the other reindeer were startled up on the roof
The lights came on as mummy and daddy were woken by their prancing hooves
You realised Father Christmas was there and started to dance and sing  
When I looked at daddy and said "where is the gin?"
I asked Father Christmas "a little quieter next year is my only wish"
He replied "well you best make sure you are no longer on my naughty list"

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