The abduction
"Dear good Santa Claus
Don't look at me so scared!
the gag around your mouth
He has his reason.
If you hadn't squirmed so frantically
If I hadn't tied you tight to the chair.
welts on hands and feet,
Will salute you for it.
In a row lie the blades,
Who sing their bright song.
They were just waiting for you alone
To be your companions this day.”
silver knife blades rub against each other,
They sing the melody of death.
sweat on the forehead, the eyes go along,
Track every tormentor move.
Fear fills his heart!
Panic from the pain!
The gag is already being removed,
He can already hear the angels singing, the pious.
An imp has found the trail
The one they had been looking for for several hours.
They all followed him to free him
Whom they kidnapped from their ranks.
Santa has been kidnapped!
Nothing has moved since then!
No ransom demanded
Or ordered gifts for the liberation!
They all fear for the ONE man
Can you still save him?
To a house on a chicken leg the trail led,
Whose house was that?
The dwarf Gernot opened the door with a needle,
Once he was in prison for it.
Creaking swung open, door to the house,
Screams came from there.
"No! Please do not! I can not anymore!
put an end to this! I wish so much!“
The elves looked at each other in panic
What happened to Santa Claus?
Light came out of a room
Out into the dark hallway.
The elves looked in cautiously,
What must that sight be?
The first gnome stayed in the doorway
Pale as chalk, what had he seen?
Santa's wife pushes through
Panic and fear on the face!
What had been done to him?
What was it that the elves saw here?
tied to a chair,
for several hours,
you see him sitting
Pale and sweating.
Baba Yaga, the witch stands before her husband,
I can only pity the man
Bends forward and looks intently,
With the spoon in hand.
that he dutifully swallows the pudding,
Checking the face she looks.
What his wife observed in horror?
All around are laid out,
roast turkey with grapes,
that allow no enjoyment,
Like the truffle pie next to it,
Which should probably still exist.
wild boar stew and saddle of venison,
Let the sweet tooth delight.
chocolates, cream cakes, buttercream,
Must see her full of horror!
gingerbread and pastries,
Just leftovers, they're all gone already!
Carving and filleting the knives
Portion the meat like magic.
With her hands on her hips, the woman asks the hex:
"Can you tell me what your purpose is?"
Baba Yaga straightens up: "Look at him!
Your starving husband!
Santa on a diet?
Then it will all be too late!
With me he gets proper food,
Before he sets off on his travels!
On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Night,
Does he have to be traditional?
Well stout by the chimney,
Climb and flee again!”
Santa Claus was set free
The one who can almost only roll!
A liqueur, who would have thought
Made digestion easier!
What is that after Christmas Eve?
Santa's Lent is here again!
Originally posted on 2017-12-13 18:48:00.