It's 1am and the presents must go out,

the father leaves and starts sneaking about,

moving these presents will surely get me caught

then my daughters Christmas will all be for naught.

I'm far too loud, sneaking below her,

this is too risky, I'll fire up the shrinker,

Ill use this to move all the gifts through,

this revolutionary tech from 2052.

We bought it for moving, back in the fall,

look at me shrink, I'm one inch tall.

I'll sneak through the house and move all these presents,

up above they are unaware of my presence.

My wife and daughter sleep so quiet,

my boldest idea in months, I couldn't deny it.

Not making a sound, I dart through the house.

I move swiftly, along the ground, the ant-sized Santa,

delivering to all the girls and boys.

Wait a second, what was that noise?

Oh my god it's Darla, my wife,

she doesn't know I'm here, I fear for my life.

She comes into the room,

to see if the presents are ready,

easy honey, please move steady.

The room is lit by a small little flame,

why did I shrink myself? this isn't a game!

It says on the box - "do not shrink living things."

I should've noticed, that includes human beings.

She begins to move forward, stepping towards me.

Why is she awake? it's twenty past three.

Her giant bare legs tower above,

I cannot stay here anymore, I've had enough.

Her red nail polish as red as blood,

the foot comes crashing down on me with a great big thud,

I tried to run away, to the side of the tree,

but she couldn't see and stepped right on top of me.

It hurts like hell, the pain makes me cry,

today is the day that I think I might die.

The sole sunk into me, she was completely unaware

that she was squashing me to death like she didn't even care.

My full body sank into the meat of her foot,

filling my mouth so my screams were mute.

I'm dying here, I need my size back,

my bones felt the pressure as they started to crack.

My lungs collapsed under the compression, 

stop it god, I have learned my lesson.

All I wanted was to bring joy and cheer,

not to get crushed into a smear.

Darla stood and watched the fire lit room,

unaware she was causing his doom.

Her giantess weight smashing him into the floor,

"I heard someone in here" she said, "I could've swore."

He started to weep, she was unaware of his emotion,

his face being submerged in her cinnamon lotion.

His bones snapped, quiet and listen,

as he suffocates below in a fleshy foot prison.

Her soft dainty soles, as soft as a bed,

now a colossal weight wanting him dead.

The husbands body could take it no longer,

with no glimmer of hope, the pressing got stronger.

His body panicked, feeling more weight,

smashing through his chest, sealing his fate.

His pleads converted to gurgles & mumbles,

he screams out for mercy as his body crumbles.

First it was his legs, chest then spine,

it was all over, he'd ran out of time.

Her foot twisted as she turned for the door,

her dear husband below being grinded to gore.

The room was orange, warm and merry,

as her foot twisted through his head and popped it like a berry.

Darla felt something crunch beneath her foot on the floor.

What did she see? was it gore or much more?

She couldn't tell as it was too dark to see,

"probably an imaginary feeling created by me."

She did feel something rather strange down below,

so she scraped it off her bare feet with her red big toe.

"I shouldn't have walked so stupid and careless" she said

as she crayoned his body off the wooden surface.

She crushed and compressed his body below.

"What could it have been?" she thought "I don't really know."

Darla wandered away, to sleep off the day,

away from her husband, where his nothingness lay.

The father was pulverized, totally beat,

by the violent, messy, crushing de-feet.

The sun rose as she woke from her sleep,

his own daughter jumped up in an excited leap,

in the frosty morning she trickled out of her bed,

why were Santa's footsteps barefoot and red?

A total mystery to her young little head.

They sat waiting for him, all day and all night.

She remembered the dusk end that he had disappeared,

that squish down below that she had once feared.

Darla stared deep into the snow,

the question popped up that she still did not know,

she thought to herself in horror as she stared into the white,

"Did I crush my husband to death that night?"