''Twas the night before Christmas
And pop was out late
Jigging for codfish
With herring for bait.

I must get a feed
For St. Nicholas now
And milk in a glass
From Bessie the cow.

When all of a sudden,
the waters they broke
As tentacles rose from
the mist and the smoke

Pop feared for his life
as he looked into the eye
of a monstrous size squid
Not a word of a lie

Please don't kill me, he pleaded
But was quickly assured
that this squid would not harm
not even a bird

I must get home to my wife,
with this feed for Santa
The time it grows late,
so enough of this banter

You have access all year
to the whole of the sea
Find Santa a cod fish,
and perhaps one for me

And as quick as a flash
his tentacles they flew
and dropped in the boat
not one cod but two

Then using his tail fins
as giant propellers
he pushed pop's boat to shore
Quicker than all other feller's

As pop climbed the hill
and turned to wave goodbye
That monsterous old squid
squirted him right in the eye.   Submitted By: Jean Way