THE FORTNIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS BY Wiley Miller
T'was the fortnight before Christmas,
And all through the Pole,
El Nino arrived and left a big hole,
Santa's product was good but his marketing stunk,
He hoped for salvation to get out of his funk.
But his stockholding elves, Tired of ink that is red,
Had visions of buyout dance in there heads.
Production had stalled and quotas weren't met.
Though Santa was worried, he wasn't done yet.
But try as he might, E.F. Hutton had spoke
To tell one and all that Santa was broke.
Christmas arrived with no stuff to unwrap.
No gadgets or gismos or other such crap.
But this wasn't a Christmas in which to be sad,
As the best gift of all is one we already had.
It's a smile and a hug that brings us true joy,
And lasts a lot longer than any gizmo or toy.
So turn to a loved one, whether nearby or far,
And tell them a loved on is just what they are......
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