Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Sly Before Christmas

'Tis the night before Christmas and up at the table,
Little Ben is a-scribbling as best as he's able,
The kids at the school have been dissin' the man,
So Ben's little mind is devising a plan.

Ben should be nestled all snug in his bed,
But questions of truthfulness buzz in his head;
He scrawls on his card stock; I bring the ink pad.
He's cleverly testing if he has been had.

The milk and the cookies have always been downed,
But now he needs proof a little more sound.
His marker, it moves with a flair and a flash,
"Lev your tum print Santa---" he ends with a dash.

Our little wise guy, so cunning so slick,
Has baited his trap for alleged Saint Nick.
Then carefully sets out the ink pad and note,
So Santa will use it (like Iraqi's all vote).

"Ben's dashing, now dancing, now prancing, and fixin'
to check if old Santa rides a sleigh that he sits in!
I say, "To bed with ya now!" [down the end of the hall]
"Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
So Ben mounts to the bunk, his bed way up high.
Then Mom and I wait for the whispers to quiet,
We've got us a ploy, but not sure if he'll buy it.

Next morning Ben's thrilled by the handsome ink blot,
But checks out each hand, looking for spots.
With nary a stain on the parenting mitts,
He exultantly cries, "There is a Saint Nick!"

Mom and I stifle our dance in the zone,
(lest high-fives now possibly make our sin known:
With a wink of my eye and a nod of her head,
Without overt lying, we've once more misled).

A year then has past and (kids getting pubescent)
I figure it's high time that I get confessant.
I lay out the truth as plain as you come,
Answers Ben back: "How 'bout the print of the thumb?"

"Didn't check my toes, didja?" I humbly admit.
Ben looks at me hard, then utters, "Aw ... shux!"
But he heard me exclaim, ere he walked out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to y'all, and to y'all a good-night."


Mrs. Who said...

Very cunning!

joyce said...

You did it donga! You did it!

joyce said...

But, don't tell Andy. He found the NORAD tracking, and he still believes. Andy decided the ones who do not believe, don't get stuff.

Bob said...

I can't believe my luck. I pulled open an old photo album and found the photographic evidence almost immediately. Is that cool or what?

(Notice the smudge on the lower right of the thumbnail image -- that's Santa's thumb print, a.k.a., my right big toe.)

Don't worry about Andy finding out. He and Lauren hardly ever read our blogs. Even if they find out that Santa's not real, they wouldn't spoil it for the grandbaby.

Mrs Who--
Yeah, Ben was nobody's fool.

joyce said...

good find. now you have proof.

Bou said...

That is WONDERFUL!!!

I'm laughing at the toe print. This will be a story I tell people.

Hope y'all have a VERY Merry Christmas.

Ky Woman said...

Bob and Joyce,

Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!

JDP said...

Merry Christmas Bob!


Roses said...

Again, I am impressed with your parenting stories. And in rhyme, too!
You and Joyce are totally awesome!

Bob said...

My stories are better than my parenting. The boys have somehow survived my instruction and perhaps even learned forgiveness (I can sure use some of that).

KY and JDP--
And a Happy New Year to y'all.

Ben created this story, I've just recorded it.