Just to cheer you up a bit a new poem

Santa's lost boot


Santa lost his boot
It went through the shoot
Santa was concerning
That the fire was burning
All the kids where good
The way they should
He had to drop some things
Like a doll with wings
The presents were wrapped
As the children napped
The house was quiet
There was no kid named Wyatt
Climbing back up the chimney
No more presents not any
Then he jumped on the sleigh
Then he went a way
Leaving his boot behind
He did not mind
Riding out into the night
Rodolph was his only light

By:
Josie