A Poem from my 13-year-old self: Santa and Jesus

We had a tradition, from the time I was about 10-18, that my siblings and I would perform a skit for my parents before we opened presents.

I had no idea, when I first tortured my brother and sister to do it, what a fond tradition it would become.

The first year was simply a Bible reading, my sister dancing on a plastic bathroom stool, my brother playing a Christmas tune on his squawking trumpet, and sappy holiday music in the background.

Each year, they developed more and more. In the following years, we had camels made with blocks, pirate costumes, lots of wigs, Santa suits, rapping, and lots of giggles.

See this picture for proof:

Somehow, they were still all about the real Christmas story: Jesus coming to rescue us. 

I'm not exactly sure when I wrote this poem for our yearly skit, but I think it was in my early teens. I thought it would be fun to share the words I wrote years and years ago.

I used to write a lot of poems--silly ones not the bang-on-the-drums-in-a-dark-lit-room kind. Now, not so much, but it's still fun (or embarrassing!) to read what I once penned :)

Yes. This poem is ridiculously cheesy, but I hope you enjoy it!
(ps. I have not changed one bit of it...it's exactly how I wrote it all those years ago)

Down from the chimney came old St. Nick

With his bright red suit and white hair slick

He sneaked through the room not making a peep

Not to wake the children who were all asleep

He tiptoed to the tree, glistening with lights

Sparkling and glittering in the night

He shook his head with despair

As he saw all the gifts lying there

No one believed in him anymore

Instead they bought gifts at a fancy store

He laid down some presents under the tree

And sighed ever slowly, “If it must be”

He caught sight of the cookies looking so very sweet

And although he was full, he would take a peek

The gingerbread men were so brown and plump

Maybe just one, he mused, and then he’d go back up

He slid one cookie from the plate

And reminded himself only one he could take

Putting the cookie in his mouth, it tasted too good

Maybe another, just maybe he should

He took another from the plate

As crumbs were falling from his face

Then he licked his jolly full lips

And lifted the glass of milk and took a sip

A piece of paper fluttered from the mantel

It looked like a letter, as far as he could tell

He snatched it from the air

And settled down in soft, cozy chair

Dear Santa Clause, it read

My name is Sally and if you want to talk I’m in my bed

I’d like to give you a gift too

You’ll find the everlasting Gift in Luke Chapter 2

Just read the story and you’ll find out

Who Christmas is really all about

Farewell, Mr. Clause, and have a good night

Remember the story and sleep tight

He folded the letter and then saw the black book

He glanced away but then took another good look

It wouldn’t be terrible to read the story

He needed a rest and he still had all morning

He took the little book and turned to Luke chapter 2

Reading the story without so much as a “hoo”

This baby, Jesus Christ, was a marvelous thing

Who would’ve thought a manger was fit for a King

He was out of time

But he took the little book, hoping Sally wouldn’t mind

Scribbling a note to the girl

And deciding that Baby Jesus was for real

He wrote, Merry Christmas to you

And I believe it’s true

Thank you for showing me the best gift of all

No truck or train is better, not even a doll

This year I will celebrate the birth of a King

And all the blessings and joys that he brings

Your jolly dear friend, old St. Nick

And up with a swoosh he went

I wish you all a very safe and happy Christmas season! I'll be taking a few days off to celebrate with family and friends, but I'll be back a couple days after Christmas with some posts to bring in the new year!

Merry Christmas!

{I'm linking up with Tell Your Story at the Hollie Rouge}