Christmas Surprises

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Someone is making noises in the Condo, but I don't think it is Santa.

Submitted: November 19, 2016

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It was a cold Christmas Eve

On the Thurmond farm

When Noises were heard,

I had cause for alarm.

 

Out in the tool shed

Some voices were heard,

Some banging and clanging

And a choice pointed word.

 

"It's broken and hopeless!"

I heard someone say,

"We will never get home

In this wreck of a sleigh.

 

The stabilizer was bent

By that Weather Balloon

An untimely collision

With a costly tune."

 

"Well, can't we just patch it?"

Was a verbal reply.

"No, that won't work,

Too much weight, it won't fly.

 

But it could be replaced

With a part of like size.

But where in the world

Would we find such a prize?"

 

I peeked through the barn door,

With caution and care,

To see who was talking,

And standing in there.

 

And as I leaned forward

My balance gave way,

I stumbled through the doors

And fell onto the sleigh.

 

As I stood on my feet

Santa gave me a hand,

Well I could not believe,

I was there with The Man.

 

He introduced me to his helper

An elf named Fred

And He asked my forgiveness

For invading my shed.

 

"It's really not a problem,

There was no lock on the door,

And if you have need of repairs

That's what tool-sheds are for.

 

I can help with your problem

I'm a Tool Maker by Trade

And that bent stabilizer,

Consider another one made.

 

I uncovered the Lathe,

The Mill, and the saw,

And turned on the power

To power them all.

 

And in an hour or so

A new part was all done,

Drilled and fitted,

To replace the old one.

 

Santa called the Reindeer

Who were grazing, somewhere,

And Fred hitched them up

With speed and with care.

 

There were handshakes and hugs

And Hot Chocolate to go

With the wife's Soda-Bread

It's the best, don't you know.

 

And as they departed

I heard Santa exclaim,

"You can return him to the nice-list.

You know, what's his name?"

 

11-19-2016


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