T’ was the night before Christmas and all through the garage,
I heard the sounds of croaking I hope it is the O Christmas frog.
The golf cart was parked in the garage with care
in hopes of the car would fit with room to spare.
The dogs were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of doggie treats danced in their head.
And momma in her T-shirt, and I and my shorts.
Had just finished watching; the news the weather the sports.
When out in the front yard there arose such a clatter.
I stumbled from my bed to see what was the matter.
When what to my wondering ear shall I hear.
But the constant croaking frog that was near.
The big croaking of frog so lively and strong.
I knew in a moment it was the O’ Christmas frog.
Wearing a headset around his tiny years.
The frog was in communication with Santa and his reindeer’s
He was giving directions to Santa and reindeer.
on the best approach to land on the roof or in the clear.
While Santa was preparing an approach to land.
the O’Christmas frog was forming the presents distribution plan
He would hop through a wall look all around.
And make sure that all the sleeping children were found.
With great quickness in a blast he relayed to St. Nick.
The placement of the tree and where the presence went.
As I drew my head and was turning around.
Down the chimney St. Nick came with a bound.
O’ Christmas frog was watching both left and right
to make sure there was no interference in sight.
O’ Christmas frog’s head had a small hat upon it.
Held on by the headset what a cute little bonnet.
His voice was deep and made the sound.
Of a deep croaking whose echo abound.
He had no other clothing. no shoes on his feet.
He was one in 1 million, a frog elite.
He covered Santa’s action till it was done.
Then he hopped into a time warp and to find the next one.
Santa spoke not a word but went straight to his work.
Just nodding occasionally and turning with a jerk.
He was getting directions from O’Christmas frog
To make sure that each delivery was properly logged.
Santa sprang to his sleigh to the reindeer he gave a whistle.
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
O’ Christmas frog he would to hop out of sight.
And I heard a loud croak as Santa would say, Happy Christmas to all and all a good night.