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Santa Peeping

Updated on May 25, 2017
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Molly is an author writing under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle

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!”

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