Sorry Kids, Santa's Dead

A wondrous joy of Christmas night

A happy occasion with much delight

We wait for a jolly man you see

Dreaming of presents with much glee

A noise in the distance

I pretend to be asleep at my brother's insistence

“Ho, Ho, Ho”

Hooray, he has finally shown

A creak on the roof

I try to seem aloof

A noise in the chimney

I wonder what Santa is going to give me?

“What is that sound?”

My dad screams aloud

Suddenly we hear a gun blast

We run out of our bedroom aghast

We scream at what we found

A man lying in a pool of blood with his face down

Crying at the sight of the hole in his head

Our father sighs, “Sorry kids, Santa's dead.”

by Argus

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