Santa and the Very Shy Mole

Last Christmas day....Santa was soooo very drunk...

He scared away the garden skunk !

He wobbled along the garden path...

Tripped and fell on top of the bird bath....

He banged his knee, singing merrily....

His head hurt verily !

Stars appeared before his eyes...

A bruise popped up and two black eyes...

He almost passed out...

"Get up !" he heard Gerome shout...

He was cold in that puddle, no doubt !

Santa looked through the grass...

He saw a mole slowly pass..

Over the garden hose...

Beneath the rose...

The mole crawled up and bit his nose !

His whiskers tickled Santa's chin...

He headed off for the rubbish bin..

Even though only 3 inches high...

The mole was in the gutter, looking up at the sky....

Just like us, he watched the stars....

Wondering if anyone lived on Mars

In his eyes sparkled a little Moonlight...

Which shone in the darkness like a fairy light bright !

The magic Christmas fairy granted him a wish...

What did he want ? Milk in a dish !