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Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

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From the book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

Poor Santa got stuck in our chimney.
I know it sounds weird, but it’s true.
His feet made it down, but his belly
was one size too large for the flue.

His reindeer are up on our rooftop.
His sleigh is still loaded with toys.
And Santa, that kindly old fellow,
is making a whole lot of noise.

We called the police and the sheriff.
They showed up with ladders and cranes.
They brought all their winches and pulleys,
plus bungee cords, cables and chains.

They’re working right now to remove him
by hoisting him slowly back out.
It might take all morning, for Santa
is more than a little bit stout.

If you don’t have presents this morning,
we’re sorry that you have to wait.
But Santa’s still stuck in our chimney.
He may be a day or two late.

Until then, please hide all your cookies.
Though Santa may find this severe,
at least then he’ll fit down the chimney
when he comes on Christmas next year.

 --Kenn Nesbitt

Copyright © 2006. All Rights Reserved.

Reading Level: Grade 3

 


From the Book Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney


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