Santa came down
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew
The fire out.
And that's when we heard him
Let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That's why there's no fire,
On Christmas Eve.
Cute Christmas Poem
What Happened On Christmas Eve
Published: November 2012
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