Another blitz, Blitzen!
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When all of a sudden I said, “What the hell?”
At the sound of a landing artillery shell!
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
And quickly I spotted the source of the fuss,
It was Santa Claus firing a cannon at us!
He laughed like a nutjob and continued his work,
And aiming again, gave his lanyard a jerk,
Then I heard jolly Santa barking an order,
And the reindeer rolled up with a Howitzer Mortar…
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And they figured the angle for a small guided missile,
But I heard him explain, as he cackled and cursed,
“It’s more fun to knock all the chimneys down first!!!”
Father Frost, the Russian equivalent of Santa, fires a cannon during welcoming ceremony at Peter and Pawel Fortress in St. Petersburg, December 27, 2008. REUTERS/ Alexander Demianchuk