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.

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