November/December 2023 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

Congratulations to Paul Buchheit of Chicago, Illinois, who won $25 for his limerick describing Mary Ellen Sigsbee’s Christmas Peek from the cover of our December 22, 1934, issue.

I’m hiding so Santa won’t find me.
His elves and his reindeer won’t mind me.
But my wide-open eyes
Face a bigger surprise:
My mommy is standing behind me!

If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our upcoming issue, submit your limerick via our online entry form.

Here are some more great limerick entries from this contest, in no particular order:

The bait had been set by the tree.
The cookies and milk she could see.
But while planning her trap
She missed taking her nap.
Found asleep on the floor she would be.
—Brian Larose, Cornish, New Hampshire

My stocking has more than the others.
It’s filled to the top, unlike mother’s.
My daddy’s is fat,
But I’m hoping that
There’s nothing but coal in my brother’s.
—Helen Ksypka, Eliot, Maine

The gifts ’neath the tree are ridiculous,
Each wrapped up richly meticulous.
Penny has not a clue,
As she treasures the view,
How Daddy has become St. Nickel-less.
—Denise Nipps, Peoria, Illinois

At first I thought it was a trick.
To see it almost made me sick.
You think that it’s bad
When Mom kisses Dad?
Well, my mom was kissing Saint Nick!
—Marcia Gunnett Woodard, Swayzee, Indiana

It’s a wonder kids don’t suffer traumas
Upon witnessing some Christmas dramas:
After taking a peek,
Sally lets out a shriek —
“Santa’s wearing my Daddy’s pajamas!”
—Sjaan VandenBroeder, Stockton, California

From a preschooler grapevine of sorts,
She has heard some convincing reports
That the expo in store
When she opens the door
Is an upgrade on FAO Schwarz.
—Jeff Foster, San Francisco, California

Seems Santa sold young miss Mahoney
A big bunch of Christmas baloney,
Because, sure enough,
There’s all kinds of stuff,
But nothing that looks like a pony.
—Mike Arndt, Clements, Maryland

Cindy Lou’s peeking outside the door,
And tomorrow’s what she’s waiting for.
But tonight is the night
Santa makes his big flight,
And she’s sure that she’s hearing him snore!
—Nancy Rutar, Grand Island, Nebraska

On a wintery night in Atlanta,
The girl spies her mom kissing Santa.
What’s that all about?
Will her father find out?
Will he reach for a gun, or Mylanta?
—Christopher Crommett, Brookhaven, Georgia