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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Fraser Avatar
December 31, 2015 at 2:05 PM
Had me chuckling with this funny Santa poem Robert :) :) wishing you and yours a Happy Healthy 2016 ~~ James :)
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December 28, 2015 at 11:19 PM
BOB, Congratulations on your nice win. ~LINDA~
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December 28, 2015 at 10:25 PM
Bob H, a very nice win. SKAT
Delaney Avatar
December 28, 2015 at 1:56 AM
Ha ha Robert.....this is so up to date. Fancy thinking of drones. Congratulations on a well deserved win. SuZ
A. Sharma Avatar
December 28, 2015 at 1:50 AM
This is so so amazing Robert.. retiring reindeer n firing elves.. Santa delivering gifts thru drones... superb imagery.. no wonder will turn to reality! Congrats on big win!
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December 27, 2015 at 7:33 PM
Congratulations, Robert, those Elves should have formed a union. All the best for the New year, Viv
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December 27, 2015 at 7:31 PM
Very funny and clever, Robert! Love the ending about drones...that's where we're heading. Amazon online shopping already has them ready for deliveries very soon! Congrats on your First Place win. Sandra
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December 27, 2015 at 3:23 PM
Congrats Robert on your winning write. Great imagination, tale well told.
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December 27, 2015 at 2:20 PM
Congratulations on your win with this well-written, clever and funny poem. I loved it. 7
Scars Avatar
December 27, 2015 at 2:04 PM
aha! great one Robert! congrats on your top win! luloo *congrats* *smiles*
Allison Avatar
December 27, 2015 at 1:46 PM
many congrats on your win Robert loved your humourous write:-) hugs Jan xx
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December 23, 2015 at 8:15 AM
Robert, Your sense of humor is only outshone by the creativity with which you write. This is a showcase for both of those talents. Best of luck with this in the contest. It is a winner in my book!
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December 3, 2015 at 4:59 PM
Ha ha ha! Bravo, Bob. You've got St. Nick modernized! Somewhere in my mountain of scribblings, I have a Santa poem also using drones. Good to read your work. Take care. and hanks for stopping by. / M
Laurie Avatar
December 1, 2015 at 7:28 PM
G'day Bob... modern technology has reached the north pole. I guess if a drone breaks down it could be classed as a gift - thank you Bob - Lindsay
Allison Avatar
November 27, 2015 at 3:57 PM
Great fun Robert - made me smile - maybe by then he can get everything on the web on Black Friday and save any bother:-) Good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
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November 27, 2015 at 7:03 PM
Thank you, Jan - glad it gave you a smile. Shopping on the web on Black Friday might not be a bad idea as well!!! Bob h
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November 27, 2015 at 2:58 PM
I love how your mind works..this is hilarious and oh so relevant... Good one my dear..BG
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