Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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Category Archives: Santa Claus
Holiday Reprise: “Santa’s Setback”
This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.
Santa mounts a new challenge.
[Editor’s note: original appeared in Dec. 2012, but brought back because it still applies. And because I can.]
Filed under cartoon by author, Christmas, poetry, Santa Claus, satire
Found story: Santa takes on extra work
Santa hit man bounty hunter
Finding work in the off season hard to come by, Santa takes a job as a bounty hunter and hit man. Using his naughty list, he tracks down the not-so-nice folks and brings them to justice or brings them down.
Filed under Found story, humor, neighborhood, photo, photograph, Santa Claus, villains
Santa in the bathtub
There now is a man named Santa
who lives somewhere north of Atlanta.
He’s in a tub today;
soon will be coming your way —
so don’t take being good for grant-ah.
Santa and the jet
Santa impaled on a jet.
Pilot landed, full of regret.
Fallen presents everywhere.
Broken wagon, child’s despair.
Reindeer rammed right through the plane.
Santa’s joy turned to pain.
If you don’t see him Christmas Eve.
Search the obituaries and the bereaved.
Santa impaled on a jet.
Pilot landed, full of regret.
NORAD warned him: “Don’t fly there.”
Now he wears soiled underwear.
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