How a Christmas present almost got its stuffing knocked out of it and still saved Santa.
|Fluffy Bear, white as snow,
Wanted to see what was below.
He poked his head out of the bag
Fell out of Santa’s sleigh, tail a-wag.
A flurry of wind filled with ice coated flakes
Made it impossible for him to put on the brakes.
Fluffy Bear tumbled end over end
Wondering where he’d land as he did descend.
With a plop and puff, the bear barely stirred.
“I’d never have thought I could fly like a bird.”
Out of a snowdrift piled up high,
Fluffy rolled himself into a snowball, by-and-by.
One push with a shiver began his next ride,
Bouncing and jouncing down the steep snowdrift side.
Santa, dressed in red, waved his hands in the air.
He wasn’t motioning Fluffy to stop, he wanted him there.
A burglar was stealing all the gifts in Santa’s bag,
Fluffy kept rolling faster, playing bowling ball tag.
He struck the culprit, now, snowman quite chilled,
Turned stunning statue, all thought of plunder killed.
“Ho, ho,” chuckled Santa, “You’ve saved the day.”
He picked up his bag and helped Fluffy into the sleigh.
It is funny how things always seem to turn out just right
When Santa Claus goes flying on each Christmas night.
24 line poem entry for "A Choo Choo Christmas"