Christmas Poem Ingomar Style
© Linda Lou Crosby Dec 2012
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Twas the Night Before Christmas
Camp IOU
December 2012
Copyright Linda Lou Crosby Sept. 2012
Twas the Night before Christmas, and all was a mess
Ingomar residents were pretty perplexed
The Christmas parade for the kids was prepared
But would Santa, his sleigh, and the reindeer be there?
Owen Badgett was Santa, his sleigh was a cart
But Morris Ware stole his outfit, which wasn’t too smart
Owen in long johns, red ones to boot
Was a sight no one wanted, there was a search for his suit
Owen and Christmas, it was Scrooge at his best
But he’d lost that bet to Morris, so he’d better get dressed
He was grumpy and growly, and cranky and mad
And his long johns were itching, boy, had he been had
His teams would wear antlers, bells on their harness
He snuck out to get them, in his red long john best
The kids were excited, Santa would be there
They’d have sleigh rides – hot chocolate, with Christmas in the air
Their dreams were of reindeer, their thoughts were of hope
While Owen thought of Morris, at the end of a rope.
He was a man of his word, and wished that untrue
But he had given his word, so what could he do
The horses were nickering, when they came to his call
He looked kinda strange, but he was their driver after all
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects Owen saw
And what to Owen’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Owen knew he was dreaming, it could not be Saint Nick
Owen was unraveled, but his teams they were tame
Santa landed so softly and called him by name.
Owen Badgett here’s your present, your gift, it’s a Santa suit.
Tell Morris shame on him, and he gets a lump of coal to boot.
Santa spoke no more words, but went straight to his work
When Owen looked like Santa, he turned with a jerk
And laying a finger aside of his nose
Santa gave his team a nod, and into the sky they rose.
Owen would be Santa, his outfit was perfect
The kids would have a Christmas parade, it wasn’t a wreck
Owen got Ghengis, Attila, and Brownie and Zack.
He hooked up Buck and Little Doc, and then he went back
There was Alec and Dunkin, there was Ghost and then Buster
They were there, they were ready, they were headed for muster
Had Owen gone batty, had Santa been there?
There was a real team of reindeer flying through the air.
And Owen heard Santa exclaim as he flew out of sight
Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas and to all a goodnight.