A Futuristic Christmas 2020 and Beyond
Dear old Santa Claus was about to go out of his mind!
'Twas nigh Christmas Eve and his schedule was way behind!
His lazy elves had let him down and didn't complete their work;
His sleigh needed serious repair and his reindeer were going berserk!
Missus Claus nagged him about being crotchety, tired and old,
And didn't want him flying about in his sleigh and catching cold.
His Santa suit was tattered having been worn for a hundred years.
Unable to deliver goodies to the kids was one of his greatest fears!
He called a meeting of his elves and said, "Each of you is fired!"
And to his rebellious reindeer he said, "You are now retired!"
"Fiddle-faddle! I'm gonna sit by the fire and rest my weary bones!
Henceforth, to deliver presents to the kids I'm using a fleet of drones!"
Entry for Mystic Rose's "A Futuristic Christmas" Contest
(27 November 2015)
Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2015
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