Poor Jerome
Jerome wanted to be a Christmas gnome.
With this determination, he left his home…
And headed North, to the frosty pole.
Taking a taxi, a bus, a train…
He then hitched a lift on the Santa Plane.
Finally, Jerome reached his goal.
It was icy… snowy clean and white
And all seemed lit by Christmas light.
But Santa’s yard was far too serene…
There were no reindeer romping there…
Decorations drooped and lacked loving care.
For Jerome, this was a distressing scene.
The workshops… all were dark and empty.
There should have been busy elves a-plenty.
But there were none.
He observed a parchment tacked to a post
And read the document, as brittle as toast.
In an instant, Jerome’s hopes were done.
Santa had written that Christmas would come.
That the little children would still have their fun.
Good news for Joey, Sam, Betty and Dinah.
But with economy’s downward course,
Santa’s work had been outsourced
To far away India, Mexico and China.
So… poor Jerome made his way home
And called his friends on the telephone…
The herald of news not so pleasant.
This year…
Christmas colors will be chrome and lead,
Instead of traditional green and red.
As for the kiddies… don’t lick your presents.
Stash