A Christmas Fantasy Part I

Jumping in his sleigh at the end of his ride,

Santa asked, gleefully,

What might you find under your Christmas tree?

Trains that tootle,

Toy cows that moo-moodle,

Crayons that doodle,

A real toy poodle,

A poetry book or 2dle,

Toy horns that hootle,

Doves that coo-coodle,

A cap for your noodle,

Toy owls that woo-woodle,

A drum that trum-troodles,

And oodles and oodles of candy and struedle!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! Santa rasped,

And then he threw back his head and laughed.

Part II

Santa brought his reindeer home,

To the Northpole, all alone.

He gave them water and lots of hay.

Some nuzzled him and some brayed.

Then he put his sleigh away,

For the next glad Christmas Day.

He became like any old man on the street,

Not really important enough to greet.

Stiff with arthritis, he walked to a door,

Brilliant with light, a blinding sight,

He opened it ad stepped through to a night,

Into another land of long ago.

A land where you could carry nothing in your hands.

There a little Baby lay,

In a rough manger lined with hay.

Santa sat among the animals,

And watched the Child sleep in His rude stall.

A radiant light circled His head,

As He lay on His rough, rickety bed.

Someday, Santa knew, thorns would crown His brow,

Embedded with bright ruby drops.

While the tiny Baby slept,

Santa bowed his head and wept.

Yet he knew there was no need to cry,

For the King of Men would one day rise!

Part III

In each of us a story is told,

And lessons are given in words of gold.

Wisdom given to each of us is cast,

Live both in the present and the past.