Ole Saint Nick

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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

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