Twas the night… in Benin (conclusion)

 To the top of the porch! O’er the spikes on the wall!

Round the AFN dish! They dodged past them all!

Through the sliding glass doors St. Nick came with a bound

As I pressed the alarm so the siren won’t sound

He had stripped off his fur and his heavy red clothes

In his hat and red t-shirt and shorts he arose

A bundle of toys he had slung on his back

So big that three zemis could not hold the stack

His beard was the color of pounded ignam,

And his belly, it shook like a bowlful of jam.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

“There’s Skippy and Jif, diet Coke, salsa spicy

Stuff powered by lithium batteries, pricy

I know that to get this through pouch can be hard

And not even at Erevan with a dip card”

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, past the palm trees he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a shout,

As they nibbled on coconuts, lounging about.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove from the scene,

“Happy Christmas to all, you who serve in Benin.”



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2 responses to “Twas the night… in Benin (conclusion)

  1. Myra

    Happy Everything, Rich. Looking forward to having you in this hemisphere next Christmas and our paths crossing sometime. Be well!

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