Stay safe from Christmas.

Gather your children for a story to be told

For the one I will tell is truly old.

It tells of a creature who you have mistaken

A story for those who’s spirit can’t be taken.

 

The creature lived in not a house or tree,

Nor any land or sea.

But any place he chose to rest his horned head,

Either amongst the living or the dead.

 

As your children slumber he creeps into their dreams,

And when they wake he’s there in there screams.

But how does he look you might ask?

Is he the devil in some form or mask?

 

The form he chooses is one you might recall,

From your childhood once every winters fall.

Either cloaked in green or red, hood rested on his back,

To spread greed and steal your souls which he carries in his sack?

 

He lives in the thoughts of your children’s heads,

When they speak of the evil anyone has said.

He lives anywhere you have slept,

For every year into your house he crept.

 

But how can he visit every house in one night?

Not to spread cheer only to fright?

He doesn’t visit every home only a chosen few,

The ones he visits don’t have a clue.

 

Either through the windows or chimney he crawled,

Past your bed which you lay sprawled.

To curse the gifts others did bring,

And to poison every song you would sing.

 

He would not leave a present or even coal,

If he knew you had been unkind and selfish he would steal your soul.

The creature did not follow any list,

But he sensed the ungrateful and never missed.

 

If only the ones he visited knew he had came,

To stop there greed and to spare their shame.

For once he has left your house the darkness falls,

I have known some when even the reaper calls.

 

I believe they call this this curse of Saint Nick,

When your children lay in bed pale, sick.

Unable to unwrap presents or to eat anything sweet,

Laying there unable to get to their feet.

 

How do I avoid this curse you ask for your children’s sake?

To avoid anyone in your family’s heart to break.

Keep this year for true Christmas spirit not something hollow,

And obey the verse to follow.

 

This time of the year is for joy and glee,

Not just the presents that lay under the tree.

Hold your family and friends close,

And from this curse you will be free.