Twas the night before Christmas, and under the couch
The roaches did scurry; before crumbs did they crouch
They made do with the things that rolled under there
searching for food amidst the dust bunnies and dog hair
As the roaches set about eating their usual fare
They saw emerging from the chimney a sight that made reason stare!
A jolly old elf, red-clad, bearded and stout
Began to ho ho ho and toss presents about
His cheer was curtailed when he saw milk and a plate
He shook his head and said “More cookies. Just great.”
“If I ate all the cookies the good folks left out
I’d be wasting away from diabetes and gout!”
Santa could lose the milk down the sink
But what with the cookies? Well, what do you think?
He crumbled them well and he crumbled them good
And then he trod carefully on the floorboard wood
Under the crouch he shoved all the crumbs
And the thankful roaches smacked all of their gums!
Santa was pleased that he’d avoid a sugar blast
And the roaches had their Christmas feast at last!
Santa fed the roaches, and before you say “Ew!”
Remember that roaches is God’s creatures, too!