Night Before Christmas

It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, I sat in my room, alone with no spouse.

My tube socks were hung on the towel rod with no care, in hopes they’d dry before my next shift at the fair. I was sprawled on my unmade bed, visions of my ex haunting my head.

When up from the rooftop there came such a clatter, that I leaped out of bed & yelled, "Hey, what's'a matta?" Dust & black soot fluttered down the ol' flue & dirtied my tube socks & filthied my shoe. From the fireplace peeked a beared face that t'was blue.

Blue Santa has come into the house, And I freaked out like a little mouse. "Ho ho ho, here are some gifts from space!" Yelled Blue Santa, who came face-to-face. I was dumbfounded and said "Okay," And so he laughed on that Christmas Day. He handed me a gift and said bye...

…and took to the sky. A spinning turbine of a sleigh, with nine antimatter engines prancing away, and the lead engine sporting a giant red nose-plate…Blue Santa entered hyperspace on that date. But he’d forgotten, to my dismay, that my roof was still tethered to his UFO sleigh.