The night before Christmas, it had started to snow,
Mom said it was time,
To my bed I should go.
With a kiss and a hug, I was tucked in all snug,
Yet I had a plan,
I admit; I was smug.
They thought I would snooze, that I wasn’t a snitch.
I lay there in bed
And started to twitch.
I heard all the stories; rumours I would snatch,
His was the legend,
No one could match.
I had to know more, all I caught was a snippet,
I asked for the truth,
They told me to zip it!
I weighed all my options, this could be a snafu,
Nevertheless,
What would you do?
With slippers on in a snap, I started to sneak.
I said to myself,
It’s just a peek.
I could hear my dad snore as I watched for a snare;
This could be a trap,
Proceed if you dare.
With a snicker I thought, I would witness a snit;
If they knew I was up,
They would really lose it.
A creak on the stairs, I stopped with a sniff,
Then snaked down the rest,
To the hall, in a jiff.
Detour to the kitchen, a bribe? No, a snack,
Don’t worry big guy,
I’ve got your back.
I crept on all fours, followed by my dog’s big wet snout,
But I was getting close,
I had to find out.
So I held back a giggle, this was simply a snag;
I was on the right track,
I saw the red bag.
He’s snazzy, I snorted through my one snaggletooth;
I thought that he saw me,
To tell you the truth.
Then tapping a finger on the side of his schnoz,
He was gone in a flash,
Good old Santa Claus.
Under the tree my new snorkel, yes it pays off to snoop,
I could rest with the knowledge,
I was now in the loop.
My eyelids grew heavy, I moved like a snail,
Off to dreamland I drifted,
The end of my tale.
©2009 by Julie Ann Poirier
