A Santa Poem
As the world dreams all nice and cozy in bed
I fly my team-high above their dream-filled heads
Through rain and snow and sleet and hail
These trips I take must never fail.
Weather slashing and tearing at myself and my team
Onward we push
Depending heavily upon Rudolph's high beam
Always constant, never ending always and forever it would seem.
And so it is I wonder at times
Is it really worth it
Are all of these trips really for naught
Should I just pack it all in and quit
These yearly rounds so heavily bought
But even in that moment and with that very thought
I heard my voice say…
On Dasher on Dancer on Prancer and Vixen on Comet on Cupid and Donder and Blitzen fly Rudolph I yell to the guys
As higher we climb
Reaching upward and outward
Climbing up to the stars and into the night sky.
Now out from the clouds and looking down upon the earth
Seeing as many lights on houses and in trees far below
As many lights as there are stars in the heavens above all aglow.
So sitting quietly a moment I reflect on this job
And in that instant to my heart springs a thought
Of every man, woman and child's sob
If Santa were ever to stop
If Santa were gone what would become of little Susie or baby Lucy and yes Davy or Bob.
So setting my reigns firmly in hand
And with a nod of my head
I give the command
Ho, ho boys, let's move this sled
We’ve many a stop before we can feel our sweet bed.