Goodbye Halloween

Goodbye Halloween it's Christmas time to tout. We'll all be getting presents then. We won't go door to door or dress up anymore. Here Santa comes at Christmas when... Midnight strokes of Christmas Eve. Our stockings by the fire. Wax candles on the mantelpiece, spaced opposite to spire. A Christmas Tree that's flickering inside the corner full. The star on top the treetop twig as holy as it's pull. A wrap in rust upon the couch where mama hopes to sit. Two tables at the sides that show two lamps of oil lit. One wooden reindeer on the floor connected to a sleigh. It's walnut wood to warm the heart the Christmas spirits way. A dim lit room to share the night. A Christmas scene of lore. The spirit of old Santa Claus come Christmas time once more. A clicking of the rooftop tar. Eight reindeer or I'm told. All harnessed to the fattest man as jolly as is old. His entrance fanning chimney air. The fireplace leaping out. His joyous laughter roaring on spontaneous to his shout. He quickly stuffs the stockings snug and places all the gifts. Then raises up his one small finger from which his being lifts. Once more inside his sleigh above; a snap to crack the whip. He nods aside the reindeer heads and off they go a-rip. The little sleigh going dangling on. It sliding through the sky. The far horizon beckoning him as Santa waves on bye.