The greatest gift, I ever bought <br />Has saved me thousands of pounds <br />And knocked some time and effort off <br />Poor Santa’s busy rounds <br /> <br />I bought it for myself one year <br />A real-life Starting Gun <br />I opened it on Christmas Eve <br />For my un-festive fun. <br /> <br />And as the kids were sleeping tight <br />In dreams of yuletide glory <br />I made my way out to the shed <br />To help re-write the story. <br /> <br />I took my pistol from it’s box <br />And popped in one fresh cartridge <br />Instilled with glee, that in MY pear tree <br />There would be no trace of Partridge! <br /> <br />The kids awoke hard, when they heard the great bang. <br />(While I tiptoed back quickly, inside with such stealth) <br />Whereupon, I was graced with the PRESENTS of mind <br />To inform them that Santa, had just topped himself.<br /><br />Danny Reynolds<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strong-027-no-more-sherry-on-the-mantelpiece-keep-the-carrots-for-the-stew-a-seasonal-re-post-strong/
