Amanda's Christmas

T'was the night before Christmas
on the set of Amanda
and all of the plushies
were in their pajamas.

The snow had been falling
for seven straight days
Which closed all the roads
and caused traffic delays.

So there on the set
all the plushies did camp
in the comforting glow 
of big Xan's lava lamp.

PJ was Skyping
across space with Tommy
who'd been driving crazy
his daddy and mommy.

Tally, beside him,
saw fit to retire
and gently was snoring
like a chainsaw.  ...on fire.

Neko was hanging
up stockings with glee
while eckert hung upside-down
inside the tree.

Xan told some jokes 
that made everyone laugh
excepting, of course
for Woof two-and-a-half.

Cap. Muppet into a deep
stupor was sunken.
The punch wasn't spiked
yet he thought he was drunken.

Dear Sira was baking.
She'd recently learned
to make christmas cookies
(though all of them burned).

The dinner squad sang
and they went jingle-belling
in hopes they could drown out
the jokes Xan was telling.

Then up on the rooftop
a thump shook the shingles.
"It's Santa!" cried Eckert.
"I hope he brought Pringles."

"I doubt it is santa."
said two-and-a-half.
"more likely a hailstone
or meteor chaff."

But Eckert, believing,
thanked God for his luck.
He flew up the chimney
and promptly got stuck.

"Good Lord, give me strength
now to deal with another
of Eckert's conundrums."
said PJ, his brother.

"I can't see no Santa."
said eckert quite grimly.
"Could someone please get me
unstuck from this chimley?"

So Xan grabbed his feet
and as quick as can be
he gave Eckert a tug
and he pulled one leg free.

"It's a good thing I don't 
have a brain." Eckert blurted.
"Or having my leg ripped off
woulda done hurted."

With needle and thread
and a sense of emergency
Amanda sewed Eckert's leg
back on with urgency.

Said Tally "I think what
we need for release is
to utilize mister Woof's
telekinesis."

So Woof pulled with his mind
for a minute or two
which then pulled HIS head into
the fireplace flu.

Everyone was dismayed
for this problem was dire.
How could they, with Eckert
up there, make a fire?

The suddenly, with a loud
"Oof!" and a boom,
Eckert popped out 
and he bounced 'cross the room.

The bat was all covered 
with ashes and soot
On his face was the print
of Santa's left boot.

"He's real!" exclaimed Eckert.
"Santa's real and alive!"
"Pay up, Woof." said PJ.
"You owe me a five."

Now Eckert, the bat made
of fabric and thread
still tells of his present:
a boot to the head.