Kris Kringle

It was the night of christmas, noone was awake in that house;

But something was stirring, quitte like a mouse;

The clock struck one without a care;

In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon get there;

The Children were snuggled in their beds;

In which visions of flames would soon be dancing on the beds

Their mom got up to grab Handkerchief, Their father with his cap,

They were know longer settling their brains for a winter’s nap,

Out on the lawn a neighbor arose

Others sprang from their beds to see what had arose

Away to the windows the neighbors flew like a flash

Tore open the shutters and started to dash

On this night the moon wasn’t that bright

It was gazing at a object below,

When what to wondering eyes people were scared

But a firetruck not a sleigh had soon appear,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

People knew at that moment it wasn’t St. Nick.

More rapid flames filled the house

Neighbors Whistled, and shouted, and called them by name who lived in that house

It wasn’t Dasher on Dancer nor Prancer and Vixen!

 What on, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! The firefighters opened the door, 

They dash away! As ashes hit the floor!

With winds of flames when the firefighters enter through the house,

In memories the mother and one son only got out;

So up the stairs the firefighters flew

That's the thing it wasn’t the sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too—

with twinkling in everyone's eyes, hearing what happened on the roof

The prancing and what was a pawing to everyone's eyes.

 drawings in everyone's heads, that her children and husband were most likely died,

The chimney came down with a loud pound.

The mother and son were dressed all in sut, from her head to his toes,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bunch of water enter their house flooding the flames,

That was no longer their house

The fire truck driver said no one enter the house

Everybody's eyes —how they twinkled and dripped because the house needed to be drenched, oh merry! This Christmas this family wasn’t blessed.

peoples cheeks were very rosies, noisy neighbors couldn’t believe it.

Flames were up the steps,

Her family was pronounced died when the firefighters got back to the steps 

The fear in everyone's eyes was cold as everybody wepted

The water from the pipe how it blowed,

Washing away the smoke that aroused

People encircled the house as flames cover her spouse

The shocking part was people wanted to laugh, troubling part was that house turn into a birdbath

When people found out christmas morning they spoke to many words,

Not that family was yawning,

People died on Christmas day but the mother and son's family still passed away.

Kris kringle.