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I Married Santa; He Works the Night Before Christmas
by Annette Hendrix Williams
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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This is the fellow who is commonly known in Philadelphia, Ms. as the guy with the beard who works in Walmart Electronics. His name is Jessie Williams. When asked about an electronic item most Walmart employees read what is on the box. These customers know who Jessie is because he knows so much about electronic products and has told many customers over the years how to troubleshoot their computer problems. That beard has gotten white over the years.



Twas the night before Christmas
When throughout Walmart
A stampede was stirring
All around my sweetheart.

The stock quotes were hung
In the back room with care
In hopes that Saint Nicholas
Would pick up their share.

The children in Toys
Saw Barbie doll beds
While visions of DVDs
Danced in their heads.


And I at my Mom's house
With cell phone in hand
Had just settled down for
An evening well planned.

When out in the checkout
There rose such a clatter
The manager sprang to
See what was the matter.


Away to the door a
Shoplifter flew like a flash.
He tore through the crowds
Of shoppers with cash.


The moon on the breast of
The parked cars below.
Gave the lustre of midday
To the traffic below.


When what to their wondering
Eyes should appear?
The cops were surrounding
The building this year year

In the midst of the chaos
chaos So lively and messy,
I knew in a moment
The call was from Jessie.


More rapid than eagles
The shoppers they came.
He grunted and shouted
And almost called names.


Now children stop crying!
And don't bounce those balls!

It's time to start Christmas
Could be heard from the walls.


Throughout the whole building
Garden center and bathroom stall,
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!


As dry leaves that before the wild
Hurrican fly,
When they meet with an obstacle
Tempers mount to the sky.


Some headed for the parking lot
A few shoppers, they flew,
With cars full of toys
And Jessie did spew.


For a better reception
I heard from Mom's roof
The screaming of sirens.

This wasn't a spoof.

As I put down the phone
And was turning around,
Into the driveway came Jessie
Exhausted all around.


In work clothes as usual
From his head to his boot,
His countenance was worn
From the day underfoot.


A bundle of gifts
Hastily flung on his back,
He was tired as a peddler
With bricks in his sack.


His eyes would have drifted
Off into deep sleep,
They looked red as roses
Staying open--hard to keep.


He wasn't the young man
That I married, you know.
The beard of his chin
Had turned whiter than snow.


The stump of some sugar free candy
Held tight in his teeth,
Was because he's diabetic
With a fat stomach beneath.


He had a broad face
And a large round belly,
That shook as he plopped
In his chair just like jelly.


He was chubby and plump
An unusually tired old self
And I laughed as I heard
Of the crowds to myself.


He told of the mob
With a twist of his head,
Of shoppers who loiter
That Christmmas Eve is to dread.


He spoke no more word
But went straight to his plate
When dinner was finished
He was glad that he ate.


And seeing the presents
Beside the tree 
Gave a signal to open
On the count of three.


After twas over
He sprang to his feet
And away we all flew to
Our house in retreat.


But I heard him explain
As we got up to go,
"Employees have families too,
Don't you know."

  
 



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Reviewed by Dawn Anderson 10/14/2007
This was really clever and cute. Enjoyed it!
Reviewed by Amy Orsi 9/29/2007
How cute and how true....! Jessie is Santa!!! Well done, Sis!
Reviewed by Paul Berube 9/26/2007
Annette,

Nice well thought out version. I had a nightmare the other night. I dreamt I was a Wal-Mart Greeter.(lol)
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 9/26/2007
Father Winter, Papá Noel, St. Nicholas, Santa, so many names and yet every year we hope he brings plenty and forget that he, being a old man needs to put his feet up and relax as we do after a humongous dinner, with a cup of coffee and staring at the fire place embers.
A chuckle or twoo for this charming one.
Georg
Reviewed by Kathy Armijo 9/25/2007
A comical, sad comment on how Christmas Eve and Christmas have lost the importance of this event.

I liked your modern-day version of The Night Before Christmas. It is really clever.

Kathy
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/25/2007
Well, now....I thought Santa lived at the North Pole...he's been hidin' out on us! LOL Ho, ho, ho! Delightful write; very well done!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 9/25/2007
HO HO HO! Delightful little number you've penned; well done!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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