Santa’s On The Wagon
written by: Clive Grewcock
Stop the press,
hold the news,
Santa’s on the wagon –
given up cigars and ditched the booze.
He only drives once a year,
he’s got too much to lose.
Santa ditched the beer,
snubbed the whisky and
turned his back on sherry.
It’s the taste of milk and
crunch of cookies that makes
him feel so merry.
In the dead of night with
the dream of Christmas
behind your softly sleeping eyes,
when you’re tucked up tight
on Christmas Eve, he
stalks your house at night.
Dream of joy for all mankind
as the cheesy, creepy, beardy
Santa helps himself
by the cold fridge light.
The sour smell of milk
as you wake on Christmas Day
and pull the whiskers
from the jam will always
give the booze-free guy away.
Clive Grewcock is a writer based in the Scottish Highlands with a particular interest in language and the way it can evoke a depth and emotion through creativity. "Poetry has a wonderful power in our world, not necessarily in a shouting way but also with subtlety and asking others to invest and bring something of themselves to the work. It is good to contemplate and consider through writing."
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