Rockin’ Santa

Santa is coming.
Make sure doors are locked.
He’s driving wild reindeer
and he’s doing the “rock”.
Half the presents
were left at North Pole
but he didn’t care
with still “rock” in his bowl.
On Donner ! On Blinkie !
Aah ! Who can remember names ?
Santa had the “rock”
and his brain was aflame.
Crashing into skyscrapers,
missing towers so narrow,
Santa took a toke
and straightened like an arrow.
Inside, I wrapped presents.
Outside, it was cold
when something hit the roof
like out of control.
I threw on my coat,
dashed into my sandals.
Surprised ! I saw Santa
with a fifth of Jack Daniels.
He said “Christmas is over.
I’m stoppin’ the clock
and headin’ ‘cross town
where there’s plenty of rock.”
I said “Santa, this is Christmas.
You don’t need any scandals.
On your feet soldier !”
And took the fifth of Jack Daniels.
I helped him to the sled and
his head seemed to clear.
He twinkled and said “Thanks,
I’ll make Christmas this year.”
He was gone in an instant,
‘tho unsteady in his manner.
But with rock “off” his brain,
we’ll have Christmas from Santa.
Sometimes what’s needed to free one man
from moments of madness
is one helping hand
but hold back, hesitate, refuse or spurn
and there’ll be no hand extended
when it’s your turn !

Namyh