Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney

by Kenn Nesbitt
Poor Santa got stuck in our chimney.
I know it sounds weird, but it’s true.
His feet made it down, but his belly
was one size too large for the flue.

His reindeer are up on our rooftop.
His sleigh is still loaded with toys.
And Santa, that kindly old fellow,
is making a whole lot of noise.

We called the police and the sheriff.
They showed up with ladders and cranes.
They brought all their winches and pulleys,
plus bungee cords, cables, and chains.

They’re working right now to extract him
by hoisting him slowly back out.
It might take all day because Santa
is more than a little bit stout.

If you don’t have presents this morning,
we’re sorry you’re having to wait.
But Santa’s still stuck in our chimney.
He may be a day or two late.

Until then, please hide all your cookies,
though Santa may find this severe.
At least then he’ll fit down the chimney
when he comes on Christmas next year.

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, reprinted from Santa Got Stuck in the Chimney, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike and Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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