T’was a month before Christmas and all through our home
came the whining and arguing of both of my spawn.
They fought over books. They fought over toys.
I could not hear myself think over their noise noise noise noise!
The blowing cold wind had kept us inside
until finally I held up my cell phone and cried,
“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I’m telling you why.
I have Santa’s phone number on speed dial.”
They both went as silent as a holy night.
Until one of them whispered, ‘do you think she’s alright?’
I stood with my phone in my outstretched palm
Their worried eyes stared at me; could I really go on?
But today I was feeling so smart and so slick,
That I thought up a lie and I thought it up quick.
“Yes, of course I have Santa’s phone…
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