The Magic Footprints in the Snow

One Christmas Day, there was a knocked at the door...

When Santa looked, all he could see was floor !

On the step, the crisy snow was white...

Three inches thick and in the light....

Santa could see footprints left and right

....

One after the other...down the path towards the shed....

Santa could see them trail over the flower bed....

Possibly seven, more probably size eight...

The footprints headed underneath the gate !

Across the road and down street....

Santa followed the clumsy feet....

He guessed who ever it was had been drinking wine greedily,

Because twice the footprints crashed into the Christmas pine tree...

Down the hill, Santa skid...

He bumped into the rubbish bin, flipping its lid !

Out the litter began to roll...

A coke can fell and scored a goal !

An apple core and even a trout,

Spilled and started to pour out...

Onto the floor, there was rubbish galore...

Luckily, thick Wellingtons Santa wore as the footprints he began to explore !

Eight, nine, ten, all the way around and back again...the footprints belonged to a noisy hen !

Who pecked and picked up all the crumbs...

Using his beak (because he didn't have thumbs !)