The holidays are here, there’s no escape
From piles of wrapping paper and tape,
Christmas cards and the dreaded letters
Detailing the Smith family’s every get-together;
Crowds flock to Walmart, Target and the mall
To find the right gift for big and small,
There is of course one stop necessary
To see the fat man so jolly and cheery,
On Santa’s knee children clamor
For a bike, bb gun, or toy hammer
With bearded wisdom he nods and winks
To let the good boys and girls know what he thinks,
Unfortunately not all who pass across his knee
Exhibit the same form of glee.
Poor poor Eleonor, who screamed and resisted
Despite her parents who grudgingly insisted,
She squirmed and she screamed and she let us all know
That she did not trust this man with the beard white as snow.
But despite Eleonor’s deep-seated Santa fear,
She still wishes you all the best for the new year.
