Christmas comes but once a year out our way,
And with it comes Santa’s reindeer-team and sleigh -
Clip-clop, clippety-clop-clop, they prance across our roof-top,
Then from the jolly man a whisper, “Now slow, and . . . stop!”
Magic flying reindeer pulling a vehicle of delight
Work up an amazingly large and growing appetite,
And so the ravenous reindeer followed Mister Claus
Right down the chimney and into our house!
While Santa pulled the gifts and toys for girls and boys
From his big red gift sack slung across his back,
Out of sight, right behind the presents all in a stack,
The reindeer were having a pine tree snack!
They started at a lower branch with a pinecone,
A quick nibble here, another nibble there,
Soon the devouring deer were all done -
And our evergreen was not anywhere!
Still starving, they ate our pine wreath,
All around its circle-shape,
They nipped and chewed with reindeer teeth,
And then, like a zero, it was nothing!
Surprised and bewildered, Santa did not know
Quite what to say, but knew what he must do, though,
So he piled up to the ceiling all manner of joys,
Making a tree-like tower of gifts and toys!
He fashioned a new wreath of a long licorice-rope braid,
Intertwined with apples, pears, and winter berries,
Then peppermint, taffy, and other Christmas candies,
Butterscotches and gumdrops, too, all merrily made!
We arose on Christmas Day with the Sun’s first ray of light,
To decorations that seemed somehow not quite right,
Unaware that simply because of Santa’s hungry reindeer,
We would then have the best Christmas ever - of any year!
by David Hugh Beaumont
David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a writer, a researcher, and an editor.
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