A Chimney Tale: A Christmas Eve Poem đ
âTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the flue,
Not a creature was stirringâjust soot, through and through.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But poor Santa soon found, he was gasping for air!
Down came the jolly man, ready with gifts,
But the chimney was cloggedâit gave him no lifts!
With bird nests and cobwebs, old ash piled high,
Santa got stuck with a groan and a sigh.
His red suit now blackened, his sack full of grime,
He muttered, âThis chimney has seen better times!â
With a shove and a wiggle, he made it down through,
But oh, what a mess! Not one gift made it new.
So let this tale serve as a holiday plea:
Keep Santaâs path clean as can possibly be!
Call Warrington Chimney to tidy the way,
And ensure Christmas magic arrives on the sleigh.
