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I settled on the ground, and to the surroundings, became aloof.
A fat little man with a sack on his back


Jumped out of the sleigh, for which he seemed knack.
He approached a chimney, this stony outcropping
Within its confines, he fell down adropping.
Now what was he up to? That I didn't know.


But I was interested enough to pursue this little show.
Closing my eyes, focusing concentration,
A spell I performed with a mere incantation.
What I once saw before was just the building's wooden walls


Were now dissolved away, leaving bare its rooms and halls.
Looking up and down, I searched out this fellow
Where was he now? Where did he go?
Ah, there he was, in a room with a fireplace


A plate of milk and cookies he was stuffing into his face.
All the more the better, my fat little friend.
One snap of my jaws, is where you shall end.
After eating his food, he proceeded to take out of his bag


Many colored boxes, but an occasional gag
Where did he put them, but under a tree!
The same kind of tree that I did previously see!
This mystery continues to boggle my mind!


With the more I discover, yet more I must find!
When he was finished with that, he took his bag by the string
And went to the mantle where many socks stood hanging
He proceeded to stuff them with goodies and snacks


Generosity, this man certainly did not lack
Suddenly, in my mind, something did click
Reindeer, boxes and socks--this must be St. Nick!
The renowned man of Christmas, who comes every year


He visits all these places and spreads his limitless cheer.
It is he who is respected by humans all around
Giving away gifts for all the world abound.
He wore a red suit, and a great big belly


Which jiggled a lot, and was similar to jelly.
Thus, I came to a conclusion, and I'm reluctant to say,
I couldn't eat him, much to my dismay.
He was too well known, and if him I devour


Everyone would be sad, and that'd make everything sour.
Humans would grow suspicious, if he didn't come next year
They would become downtrodden, and would happen to fear
That he'd given up his job, but that is not quite.


What he really did was feed a dragon's appetite.
And perhaps, with concern, they came out to search
And discovered it was me, would their hearts ever lurch!
But, alas, if they did, they'd react just the same
As always to my race--they have me slain.


So, you see, I cannot eat him, not outright
Therefore, I must turn back and jump into flight.
A saddening thought, I do so confess
*sigh* What I must do to avoid such a mess


But as I returned to the lair I found much to my surprise!
Happiness indeed in the form of a guise!
Succulent meats, throughout the cave, were arrayed
My mate had already eaten half (she had several eggs on the way).


Ravenously hungry, I prepared myself to eat
But paused for a moment; Where'd we get the meat?
We didn't have a clue, until we recently discovered
A rolled piece of paper, from the food we uncovered


It was a small little scroll, which I could read ever so slight
On it, it read Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!


Charles Foster III








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