Down Once A Year

A brief strange poem

I'm only allowed down once a year.
The fear of spreading holiday cheer
I guess keeps me up here.
But when I'm around
brought down
out of the attic and taken down town
I'm allowed to be out
to do what I'm supposed to do.
So, don't cry, don't pout.
Be good, and don't you shout!
Or you may see me on your Christmas night.
And trust me, you really do not want to.