Santa where's your shorts

• Vanessa Petrie, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2006

“Santa where’s your shorts?” she said early on Christmas morning.
“I don’t know! They were here before!” said Santa tiredly yawning.
“Well you better find them soon!” said Mrs Claus sadly mourning.
“Whatever you say dear,” he said silently ignoring.

He looked near and far, but his shorts he could not find.
“Oh well, I’ll just wear none. I hope she doesn’t mind.”
But she did and boy did she smack his behind.
Sometimes Mrs Claus can be very, very unkind.

Poor Santa, will he be able to cope.
Don’t know, but I’m guessing the answer is nope.
But just when he’s starting to give up hope,
He decides to go wash his hands with soap.

Alas! There they are behind the kitchen sink.
Shining all their colours, yellow, red and pink.
Maybe he’ll change his motto, “Act twice before you think!”
But not before he goes for a swim and re-applies his zinc.