"Christmas Imposition" By Benedict Pallone

He was loud and he was jolly, in his hair a bit of holly, He was tall and very round and he made a funny sound. He was scary dressed in red, and he'd a cap upon his head, And he'd Ho! Ho! Ho! For what reason I do not know. There were all these little guys, the kind that I despise, And my mommy pushed me at him, and I wanted so to run. But she picked me up and plopped me on his knee (It wasn't fun.) His beard was white and flowing. I said, 'I must get going.' And he fixed his eye upon me. I thought that I would die, So I started with a whimper and then began to cry. He sympathized right with me and I saw he wasn't bad. His suit was really velvet, it was hard to stay real mad At my mom who kinda left me, for an hour like it seemed. Yet I smiled for the camera and my mom she really beamed. It was just for a photo, all this hoopla and this fuss, I was sorry for the outburst and the words I kinda cussed. Then he gave me a sucker, and a pat upon the head, And just before I left him, there was something that he said. '... Must be a Christmas baby! He's so tiny and so cute!' "I gurgled right back at him. 'Take that back you big galoot!'

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