I Saw My Cousins Shoot Santa Claus

by Brianna Prill

When every year at Christmas time

My family gets together,

The younger boys, they play toy guns,

But would they shoot? No, never!

Until one quiet Christmas night

They heard a noise outside.

They grabbed their guns, ran out to fight.

"Bring Santa down!" they cried.

They stalked him through the trees and grass,

Fired pellets through the air.

The unsuspecting Santa Clause

Did not deserve this scare.

They shot him down, pulled off his beard,

And much to their surprise

The red suit figure who appeared

Was grandpa in disguise.