Below is an excerpt from last week’s column, which is a bit of Christmas whimsy. Do you believe in Santa-squatch? Please read the full column on SouthernThing.com by clicking here.
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And down in their burrow
Mama Squatch noticed
Truman’s little brow furrowed,
It was time, her son said,
To sit up and watch,
And prove the existence
Of old Santa Squatch.
Truman knew of the fellow,
A jolly old cryptid,
Who came once a year,
Bearing gifts, as predicted.
Santa Squatch was quite big
So Truman had heard
And wore a red suit
On top of his fur.
Truman knew he’d been good,
Hadn’t scared any humans
Was there room on the Nice List
For a Bigfoot named Truman? Click here to read the full column.
KellyKazek.com 