Written December 15, 2017 (some parts are from other poems. If it infringes copyright, let me know and I'll take it down)

Stay still
Don't make a peep
Pretend you're still asleep
Just keep counting sheep

For he is
A godly man
With dear old Satan's hands
Full of sin and reprimands

Do as they say
Don't sit,
Just la,
And I promise
- soon -
He'll go away

So make no sound;
Don't move your hands

For all he does,
This little man
Will put me in the ground

And he'll just keep on growing old.

-K.S.