The Christmas Spirit

Oh the tree was alight with the warm Christmas cheer,
The Eggnog was thick, just like it was every year.

But the houses lay silent as all the world slept,
Save one little boy who uncontrollably wept.

Sinterklaas was about (for he's Danish you see)
with a branch in his bag to keep children in key.

With a swish and a flick (for he's magic as well)
He beats little kids till their hind quarters swell.

He entered the scene with this boy who did leak
and asked "why the sobbing?" young boy we'll call pete.

"I have not a present," he choked out with a sob.
Then Sinter let loose till his heiny did throb.

So what do we learn from this present-less boy?
You don't deserve presents, not even a toy.

-hows that for Christmas spirit?-

Ode to Randi

Well to open up my messages I thought of something sweet,
an ode to dearest Randi whom I seek not to compete.
But you must realize dearest friends,and all who read this blog
Twas' Randi first who made the poems and thought of them to blog.

So I know this is a short one, to start the poeming off
but there's one that shortly follows at which I hope you Laugh (said with an English Accent)
So that's the introduction, to my blog of poems by Ed
and I hope you follow closely, where culture will be bred.