Christmas Eve

It was Christmas Eve

Santa Claus was on leave,

he was hearing noises

 he knew had no choices.

He went to consult a doc

 who would strut like a cock,

doc was somewhat crazy

 his advice was always hazy.  

Doc peered and pondered

he mused and wondered,

 “It is surely very smelly

deep down in your belly.”

 “Your belly has lost its poise

and it is making a noise,

you will have to go on leave

even if it is Christmas Eve.”

  

“If you choose to ignore it

 then be ready to face it,

 noises can do their worst

 your big belly can burst.”

“What you need is a white pill

and avoid this wintery chill,

light a  fire in your room

 you can’t go out, I assume.”

For Santa it was a  blow

 he had given gifts all years,

 he had not missed to do so

even once in many years.

Then stomach made a big noise

he thought it would be wise,

to go by crazy doc’s advice

not to go out till he felt nice.

  

 But what of tears in tiny eyes

and kids waiting for surprise,

on this year’s Christmas Eve

 it was sad to be on leave.

  

When gifts had been wrapped

and all were neatly packed,

it was all set for yearly trip

he wished he wouldn’t skip. 

Suddenly and loudly Santa belched

 noise in stomach was squelched,

in a jiffy he felt happy like a lark

quickly he set sleigh on the mark.

 He was already very very late

 he didn’t want children to wait,

 Christmas Eve was about to end

all gifts were delivered in the end.

© i b arora