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Santa Peeping

Molly writes under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle.

santa-peeping

Twas the night before Christmas

Mom and Dad were sleeping

But not me,

I went Santa peeping.


I heard a thud

As I crept downstairs

And out of the fireplace,

flew a few white hairs.


I hid behind the recliner,

to see what Santa brought.

Suddenly, I sneezed,

And knew I was caught.


He looked my way

And then shook his head

He took my gifts,

and left Spam instead.


I ran to Santa,

dropped to my knees

I begged for forgiveness

And asked, “Pretty please”


Before turning to go

He said, “Naughty boy.”

I screamed and cried

“Please just one toy?”


Then placing his finger

Inside his nose

He pulled out a booger

And up the chimney he rose.


And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,

“If don’t want to wake up with diarrhea,

don’t eat all your Spam in one night!”