It’s the night before Christmas , still I am annoyed
Visions of North Pole, now crumpled and foiled
While youngsters prepare for deer bells to ring
Above moon-filled sky, voices carolling.
Fireplace adorned with trinkets on Yule rug
Awaiting Ole Claus to sneak by... humbug!
Wishes for red bike never came last year
My card he ignored, did it disappear?
Now, I wonder if you really exist
My eyes smoulder as I’m not on the list;
Even Mama dances by the flames so proud
Repeating your name (Vixen’s too), aloud.
“Dear Santa, I doubt the speed of your ride
How can you bring presents in hours, worldwide?
Kringle to St. Nick, a fantasy’s weave.”
Then note falls, “like love, you have to believe!”
In a wink, my bike turns up to my delight,
Jingles fade off, “Merry Christmas; good night!”
Santa Claus of Debbie Guzzi
by nette onclaud