Holiday Stories and Poems

Santa -- a poem

This poem is about jolly, old Santa and his midnight trip.It was written for a contest.

The prompt said that we needed to use the words: drastic, believe, and clamor.

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Santa

While hearing the clamor of midnight tolls,
Santa crisscrosses each of the earthly poles.
He transverses every continent's time zone
So his bundles of gifts can all be flown
Down each chimney or door where ever there’s kids
Who sleep soundly behind dream-sewn eyelids.

He searches hard for cherubs who still believe
That he will come each and every Christmas Eve.
All the dainty-hoofed reindeer lunge and soar
While dream-heavy sleepers softly snore.
It’s snowing outside but no snowdrifts stop him.
Only the end of night growing increasingly dim.

Poor chubby Santa puffs from exertion
But hoists himself down to continue insertion.
For everyone knows each stocking that’s hung
By oldsters, and couples, and the very young
Will soon be bulging with many a present,
Be its owner a toddler or a wordly president.

Of course, sadly for those -- only a few,
Who make our Santa oh, so very blue,
He has in his pack several huge lumps of coal,
A drastic message for his hope for their soul.
A tear drips down when he slips that inside.
But knows it is worth it, if they see they can’t hide.

Then, too soon, night lifts its black veil of dark
And Santa’s reindeer most happily embark
Off to their home to end their yearly trip.
Old Santa nods and takes a quick nip
Of the hot cocoa his dear wife has sent.
"Another year done," chuckles our contented gent.

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