Once upon a Christmas night, when most had gone to sleep,
A little boy named Billy Wright was soon to make a peep.
A plan was hatching in his mind, to catch the old Chris Cringle.
He stirred and tossed, trying to fight the urge to early creep.
He wasn’t sure just what he’d find but he knew to look for jingle.
It sent a chill right up his spine and made his insides tingle.
When he finally was sure that all had gone to bed,
He looked out window for a sign of footprints on the
shingles.
Though the visibility was poor, he saw no scuffled snow ahead.
The plan had strengthened its allure, while dancing in his
head.
He sneaked out of his bed with style, though he knew it was bad.
For now this itching had no cure; he’d catch the man in red.
He lurked to living room with guile, appearing raving mad.
After searching there a while, he found a letter from his dad.
The title at the head made his insides feel oblong.
“Here‘s ‘The good and bad things file’, about my little lad.”
He opened up the list and read, it took him pretty long.
With each word his face turned red, over things that he’d done wrong.
He learned from all his spying, they expect more from one his age.
All the harsh things that they said now seemed very strong.
He read about his lying, and some more about his rage.
Every word caused sighing. This continued for each page.
Until the lump growing in his throat felt larger then a weevil.
He could barely keep from crying, for he knew he’d been no sage.
He knew when Santa read this note, that he would deem him evil.
He knew his dad had truly wrote and there was now upheaval.
Until it seemed last chance was there, that sprinkled him
with joy.
For at the end there was a quote, that gave him his reprieval
“Dearest Santa don’t despair. At heart, he’s a good boy.
And though he can get in our hair, he does deserve a toy.”
Then the part where promise showed, and gave a little chill:
“He just may try to catch you there. He thinks its all a ploy.”
Just then a footstep crunched the snow outside the window sill.
His legs grew soft like biscuit dough as he stood very still.
If ever a chance, this was his last, to try to absolve it all.
He knew that Santa would never know, if his legs would do
his will.
He got the strength and darted past into his bedroom hall.
Never had he run so fast without a slip or fall.
The corner whacked a shoulder blow as he ran through the
door.
Into his bed he reached at last, where he snuggled near the wall.
He closed his eyes and kept them so, with a faint and pretend snore,
Until to dreamland he did go, with no idea what was in store.
His dreams so long were harsh and stern; they would not let
him be.
He slept till morning light did show and through the window poured.
When usually he would spring out and run out to the tree,
This morning he crept slowly ‘bout, not sure what he would see.
His face lit up so red he madly hoped no one would stare.
His mind was truly filled with doubt. He was prepared to
plea.
As he turned the corner sadly, all his family was now there.
He sat down near them gladly, knowing little Sam would share.
Once he locked Sam in the shed, in a game called ‘Brother
Zoo.’
For even when he misbehaved, his brother didn’t care.
His mother turned to him and said, “Billy where were you?”
He barely raised his morbid head, for she knew he’d been bad too.
She gave his small red face a kiss, pinching his cheek so round.
Then asked, “Were you lying in bed? Why are you so blue?”
Before he could answer this, his father
turned around.
His father’s face was filled with bliss while sitting on the ground.
Around upon his rump he spun, his face without its normal leer.
This smile he had grown to miss and was happy to have found.
His father said “It’s Christmas son. It’s time to get some cheer.
Now, why don’t you have some fun and open these presents
here?”
Dad handed him a few to sift and said, “Merry Christmas son.”
At this Billy was truly stunned and shed a single tear.
No matter what was in those gifts, he knew he’d love each one.
Just their presence gave him lift and made his spirits run.
Next year he’d try to do things right and not be such a creep.
Then his frown began to shift. He started having fun.
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