Christmas Is My Game

He heard a noise and he stopped breathing. Werewolf? Shadow monster? His chest was heaving. How far had he walked? Shouldn’t he be at a town by now? Hey! A tiny voice said. Up here! It was a reindeer, in a tree. Dasher? He asked hopefully. The reindeer laughed. What was that song you were singing? Were you echoing me? The reindeer laughed again. Yes. They began to sing loud and proud now. I am an elf man, and Christmas is my game. Whilly-gee-wonkmeyers is my family’s fame. I am looking for Santa, that is my aim. North Pole bound, you can call me Lame. Reindeer added another lyric and they sang together For about twenty minutes, and had a blast! Hey! Dasher said, coming to get him, We have finally found you at last! The reindeer singer disappeared in a puff. Putting Dasher into a bit of a huff. Was that a reindeer? He asked his friend. Yes, and a singer, great up to the end. Written: 12-18-2019 Contest: The Singing Elf Poetry Contest Sponsor: Matt Caliri