Final Visit From St. Nicholas

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A Final Visit From Saint Nicholas


‘Twas the night before Christmas and one thing was clear,
That old yuletide spirit no longer was here.
Inflation was rising; the crime rate was tripling,
The fuel bills were up, and our mortgage was crippling.

I opened a beer as I watched the TV,
Where Donny sang “O Holy Night” to Marie.
The kids were in bed, getting sleep like they should,
Or else they were stoned, which is almost as good.

While Ma with her ball point was making a fuss,
About folks we’d sent cards to, who’d sent none to us.
“Those ingrates!” she thundered, and pounded her fist,
“Next year you can bet they’ll be crossed off our list!”

When out in the yard came a deafening blare,
‘Twas our burglar alarm and I hollered, “Who’s there?”
I turned on the yard light, which lit up the night,
And, armed with my handgun, beheld a strange sight.

Some red-suited clown with a white beard immense,
Was caught in our eight foot electrified fence.
He called out, “I’m Santa. I bring you no malice!”
Said I, “If you’re Santa, I’m Telly Savalas!”

But, Lo, as his presence grew clear to me,
I saw in the glare that it just might be he!
I called off our pit bull, who clawed at his sleigh,
And, frisking him twice, said, “I think he’s okay.”

I led him inside where he slumped in a chair,
And he poured out the following tale of despair.
“On Christmas Eve’s past I was jolly and chuckling,
But now, neath the pressures, I fear I am buckling.”

“You’ll note I’ve arrived with no reindeer this year,
And without them my sleigh is much harder to steer.
Although I would like to continue to use them,
The wildlife officials believe I abuse them.”

“To add to my problems, Ralph Nader dropped by,
To tell me my sleigh was unsafe in the sky.
I must now wear seatbelts, despite my objections,
And bring in my sleigh twice a year for inspections.”

“Last April my workers came forth with demands,
And soon I had a strike on my hands.
I couldn’t afford to pay unionized elves,
So the missus and I did the work ourselves.”

“And then, later on, came additional trouble,
An avalanche left my fine workshop in rubble.
My Allstate insurance was useless, because,
They had shrewdly slipped in a ‘no avalanche’ clause.”

“And after that came a Revenue Canada audit.
The government claimed I was out to defraud it.
They finally nailed me for sixty-five grand,
Which I paid for by selling my house and my land.”

“And still I persist, though it gives me a scare,
Flying blind through the blanket of smog in the air.
Not to mention the hunters who fill me with dread,
Taking shots at my sleigh as I pass overhead.”

“My torn up red suit, and these bruises and swellings,
I got fighting muggers in multiple dwellings.
And if you should wonder why I’m glowing tonight,
It’s from flying too close to a nuclear site.”

He rose from his chair and he heaved a great sigh,
And I couldn’t help notice a tear in his eye.
“I’ve tried, “ he declared, “to reverse each defeat,
But I fear that tonight I’ve become obsolete.”

He slumped out the door and returned to his sleigh,
And these last words he spoke as he went on his way.
“No longer can I do the job that’s required,
If anyone asks, just say, “Santa’s retired!!”