A BIT LATE

Twas the night before Christmas, Santa in panic. Each year Christmas Eve became more and more manic. The world’s population was growing and growing And, with climate change, it never stopped snowing The old sleigh had certainly seen better days. It barely could cope with how much Santa weighed. And Santa himself was well past retirement; The reindeer no longer up to requirement. Poor Rudolph, whose nose used to shine brightly red, Had strapped on an LED head torch instead. The rest of the team, once willing and able, Had hardly the strength to exit their stable. So Santa, whose nature was not to be cruel, Decided to change to alternative fuel. Battery powered from nation to nation, He was flying from charging station to station. So, though Santa tried as hard as he could, He was a bit late, even if you’d been good. And, for children who lived a long way away, They had to be patient until Boxing Day.