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The Dark Side Of Santa

I'm red, and I'm white. I am danger.
I fly through the night like the witches.
Don't talk to me: I am much stranger
Than fiction. Don't tug on my britches.

I feed little children to reindeer.
I'm behind you, dear. Oh yes I am.
My jollity? – horribly feigned. Here
I come. I'm a shape-shifting sham.

My cheeks are this red because booze is
So cheap. I've been out on a binge.
I'm covered in horrible bruises.
I smoke and I steam and I singe.

Hide hard behind well-tethered curtains,
When I drift in as smooth as a spiv:
Who am I? The one thing for certain's
I'll be there. I know where you live.

I'll frighten you out of each stocking.
Go to sleep, let your little limbs straighten.
My sleigh-bells are sudden and shocking –
Do anagrams, do you? I'm Satan.

The Dark Side Of Santa
A government web-site has warned parents about how “terrifying” Santa can be, and children that should sit near the exits in pantos, because pantos too can be frightening.
13 December 2005

POETRY KIT WEBRING

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