Do Not Disturb
Hush, Santa's sleeping,
After a long, arduous trip;
Warm and cozy in his bed,
Hugging a bottle of nip
Soaring through enemy air space,
To nations far and near;
A task we'd never sign up for,
Though he does it every year
Through the thickest of storms,
Through the darkest of night;
No rain, wind, or snow,
Will ever delay his flight
Winter's frigid bite,
A desert's blinding sand;
Santa's lowly mission,
Is joy throughout each land
Squeezing down tight chimneys,
Singed by burning logs;
Tripping over power cords,
Attacked by vicious dogs!
Your journey's accomplished,
Now go and sleep in peace;
Another year is waiting,
The madness all repeats!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2010
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