Santas Magical Sleigh
Santa’s sleigh turned magical at midnight on the twenty-eighth.
The elves were amazed. One yelled out “Isn’t this great?”
Not sure yet, said a peppermint stick named Sourpuss Tate.
Where is the sleigh going, and does it have any toy freight?
That sleigh just raced over the hill, yelled Gingerbread Nate.
I think something fell out of Santa’s sack, maybe a dish or a plate.
A reindeer ran off to chase it, but lost sight of it at the gate.
I guess if we want to figure it out, we’d better sit back and wait.
I wish it would have started off sooner said Santa. It is too late!
But it is magical, argued the Christmas faerie, from Iowa State.
Come back here! Yelled a persnickety sugar plum, holding some bait.
The magical sleigh raced away from them all, taunting his fate.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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