There once was a man named Ole Saint Nick,
Who would fly down your chimney ever so swift.
He would whistle and a laugh in his jolly ole way
As he ransacked your house, like a tornado insane.
And when he was caught, I didn’t deal nice,
He felt my shotgun like a hand in a vice.
From that night forward he did change his ways,
He left children presents, instead of dismay.
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
Ole Saint Nick by K. Saitta © 2020, A Walk In Verse