Christmas Gone Awry by Brenda J Wood

His slippers hung upon the floor. The bed was surly made.
Everything she should have done that day was stuck inside her head.
Today, she left the floor unswept while all the veggies burned.
Made soggy soup, left crumbs around, while the carton of milk just turned.

Santa would be missing her. She knew she failed the test
Of naughty versus nice and good. No getting gifts for mess.
She would never get another present. Her life was over. Done!
If cleanliness be next to Godliness, she failed both God and Son!

No hope now for the fixes. Her time to change—undone.
For truly the next morning brought Christmas A.M. sun!
She collapsed in corner, sad, awaiting her own fate
When Santa came back home and plunked down for dinner plate.

But he, as men are wont to do, boomed brightly through the door.
Exclaiming Merry Christmas, while tromping messes on the floor.
I'm here! It's me! The job is done and here's your present, dear!
Your darling hubby, Santa, is home with you for another year!

She sighed. Rejoiced in safety, but secretly repined
And wished for Christmas stocking with diamonds as her find.
But no, it was just like last year's. No special gift for her.
Santa was too tuckered out. Oh yes, indeed, for sure.


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Brenda J Wood has authored more than fifty books. She is a seasoned motivational speaker, who declares the Word of God with wisdom, humour, and common sense.