Soot Prints
A nice little Christmas poem and every word is true.
This is exactly how it happened at my Daughter-in- law's one Christmas
Soot Prints
Christmas just round the corner
And Santa is stocking his sleigh
My chimney I wept
Just aught to be swept
Or Santa will not find his way
Just then my new carpet arrived
And my chimney? Well blow me just hush
For the cat in one leap
The chimney did sweep
With his tail puffed up like a brush
He eventually came down from the chimney
Leaving soot prints on sofa and chairs
I let out a scream
The stair carpet is cream
Don’t let him go racing upstairs
We caught him and washed off his paws
And wrapped him up warm in a towel
Now he’s cosy and snug
Asleep on his rug
Not even a stir or a scowl
The carpet is laid and the chimney is clean
Soot prints have been washed away
Santa will call
Leaving presents for all
May peace be with you Christmas day
©Beryl Ladd
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