A Most Irish Fairy Tale - Merry Christmas To All

It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December— There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . . Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . . The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright— And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo And one each day with loads of letters from good little children And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . . They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . . The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children On this Earth!! Merry Christmas to All!! Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)