Santa Claus sat in his grotto of old,
The ice dripping water and the biting wind cold.
“Bad, naughty, wicked and mean!”
These kids were the worst that there ever had been.
This is part one of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part two!
Oh, no! What have the kids done?
…and what will be their punishment?