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Vinny Bulawa is the Polish Santa!
You be the judge.
The Real Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
The fridge was half empty not enough for a mouse.
The plates were set out on the table no fear,
In hopes that Vinny Bulawa soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of pierogi danced in their heads.
And mama with her forks and I with my knives,
Had just set the table for a nice big surprise.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering nostrils should smell,
But pierogi, kapusta and kielbasa as well.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The thumping and bumping of each big boot.
As I shook my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Vinny came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of food he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the plates, then turned with a jerk.
Pierogi, kielbasa, and sledzie of course,
Ham & cheese and not just borscht.
He laid his finger aside his nose,
He gave a nod, and up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of site,
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