That Time of Year
The elves were busy, packing up Santa’s red sleigh for his annual trip.
The year had been busy, as usual, for the residents of the North Pole.
With the last load on the sleigh; reindeer hitched and Santa aboard, the elves punched out on the clock.
Santa was aloft and on his way across the world; timing his deliveries on the sleigh’s new digital clock.
His fancy computer-driven sleigh had an encounter with a drone and he was glad to have the old one on this trip.
The reindeer flew Santa and sleigh to the tropics first; the South Pole.
He found it a bit peculiar that he had to deliver at a firehouse but, managed to easily slide down the fire pole.
Back at the sleigh, he read the list of stops and checked his clock.
He would get home in time for a nice shower and some hot cocoa after his trip.
The elves were up to greet Santa as he returned from his trip; a hot meal and cocoa, hit the spot and Santa bedded down after setting his clock; with a, “closed for the year”, sign on his lamp pole.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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