It was the night before Christmas, and all through the old house.
Not a single creature was stirring, not even a cooking mouse.
Bubbling Eyes closed warmly, not a single lip asleep with frown
Because gay hearts knew jolly ole Saint Nick was coming to town
Little Kwery sat, arms crossed, angry on the hardwood floor
Kwery was seated, legs crossed, firmly blocking the front door
Eyes wide open, he slept for days to be awake on this Christmas eve
An ornamented tree (stood) in the corner, but Kwery still did not believe
He was far past the terrible two’s, now a bright and bold eight
Now, he was 2 cubed, his horror had been over 4 times as great
He kept a glass of milk to his left, and a plate of cookies to his right
Angry at Santa, but if Santa came, he still deserved at least a bite
Yet, he didn’t believe in that man, that Santa Claus never ever came
Year after year, Kwery’s hopes would rise, but it always ended the same
No chocolate candy in the red stockings, no glistening presents under the tree
No gift cards on the table, Kwery would whimper “Santa doesn’t care about me.”
His friends would play with bicycles, action figures, videogames, cars,
Elmo dolls, footballs, toy guns, and even space ships equipped with stars
But Kwery would play with nothing nothing, not a single gift had he received
So he became starkly convinced over the years that he had just been deceived
Santa Clause wasn’t a jolly old man, instead he was an ugly gluttonous fool
A cantankerous old man that refused to live by the timeless golden rule
Treat others how you want to be treated, so for EVERY kid he should be giver
For if Kwery had magical elves and reindeer, then he would ALWAYS deliver!
So, Kwery sat on that wooden floor, and refused for a second to close his eyes
Because his daddy had promised him that that this night Santa would surprise
Kwery’s dad worked as a janitor through college, and he now was an engineer
Kwery remembered his father's promise that “Christmas will be different this year”
Kwery remembered his father's promise that “Christmas will be different this year”
Kwery was unsure how his father had anything to do with Santa Clause giving gifts
Or how his dad having a job had anything to do with the years Santa had missed
So Little Kwery sat, arms crossed, indignant for hours waiting for Santa to emerge
And he would brave the whole night, a feat that takes an 8 year old great courage
And when the clock struck 12, and Kwery’s heart began to beat with doubt
He saw a figure with a large beard and red cloth and a red hat slowly come out
The figure didn’t come from the chimney; he didn’t come from the front door,
He didn’t come from the window, Kwery looked to see if he came from the floor.
To Kwery’s best memory and recollection the figure came from the room of his dad
Well, as long as it really was Santa Clause; Kwery guessed that that wasn’t that bad
The man had red clothes like Santa, a beard, gray hair, and he was fat like Santa too
And when he said, “HO HO HO!, ”as he handed Kwery a gift, Kwery knew it had to be true
A sparkling smile spread wide across Kwery’s face, and he giggled in blissful uninhibited glee
And he merrily placed the gift Santa Clause gave him under the ornamented Christmas tree
Then he gave Santa a hug, the cookies, the milk, and apologized for doubting him at all
But as Santa left, Kwery couldn't help but notice Santa and his dad were equally as tall
They had the same eyes, same skin color, and same walk with how the right foot would lead
And when he hugged him, he noticed they had the same warmth, feel, and umber smell indeed
Then Kwery no longer felt sad about years of no gifts as he heard bells from his dad’s room jingle
For how could he ever have been jealous of the other children when his own daddy was Khris Kringle.
