Dear Santa, I can explain
It all started with a carton of chow mein
When you think how it happened
I know it will give you a chuckle
You’ll laugh so hard you might burst a buckle
Half past 6 on this Christmas Eve
Minding my own business, you got to believe
Just walking in the snow with my take out Chinese
When a great big snowball hit the back of my knees
Then in slow motion, my dinner did fly in the wind
Two egg rolls, chow mein and my Kung Pao chicken
High up into the air then down to the Earth below
When it landed on a Pizza Guy, whose name was Joe
The hot entree blinded his bi focal vision
And the pizza he was carrying, it went whizzing
The delivery he held flew over the street
Where the pepperoni frisbee, a bus it did meet
The driver never saw it till it hit the windshield
Causing him to swerve as he grabbed the wheel
Trying to avoid hitting any ladies and gents
Instead he ended up on a fire hydrant
This Mass Transit Strike started the water to flow
High up in the sky and down to the street it did go
But as it came down it didn’t splatter, but clink
As it turn the whole block into an Ice Skating Rink
Everyone started to slip and spin around
And they looked like Barnum and Bailey Circus clowns
As the snow still fell on everyone’s frontal lobes
The whole place looked like a life-size Snow Globe
As Christmas music did fill the air
Everyone turned to me and gave me a stare
Instead of giving looks that could kill me on the spot
They all shook my hand and thanked me a lot
No one was hurt after my domino effect
They all were happy, instead of being upset
They said up to this point the Christmas spirit wasn’t here
But after what happened, they found the Holiday cheer
The rest of the night was festive and gay
A perfect pre celebration for Christmas Day
During the warm well wishes and seasonal hugs
I felt a small pair of hands give me a tug
I looked down and saw a little boy
Holding a Mach 3000 Snow Launcher toy
He was crying hard as his tears they did freeze
And he looked so scared, as he said to me
” I’m really sorry Mister. I made such a mess.
Who knew that one snowball could lead to all this.
When Santa finds out, I’ll be on his naughty list.
And I can probably forget about any future Birthday Wish”
He sat down in the snow and put his hands to his chin
And it reminded me when I was a boy way back when
So I joined him on the curb amongst all the holiday tidings
Thinking how I could help him on Christmas Eve, to stop crying
Then a thought had appeared like a Star of Wonder
I knew how to take care of this seasonal blunder
Taking out my cell phone, I started to text
Saying to the boy, ” I’ll take care of this mess”
“Me and Kris Kringle, ” I said, ” We have a history, him and me”
As I typed 5 little words, for the little boy to see
It brought him a smile and released all his pain
It simply read
Dear Santa, I can explain