The Posterity of Rudolph

THE POSTERITY OF RUDOLPH ‘Twas the night before Christmas and the reindeers played tricks. The twinkling eyes of the posterity of Rudolph in a riotous mix. There was the mooning of Santa Claus, his britches on the North Pole. The elvish-boots tied together and stuffed with chalky bits of coal. Children’s toys were strewn about the snow, having been blown by giant straws and how those cookie crumbles must have flown. Those uproarious Rudolph’s progenies doubled over with ice cold tears. Meanwhile Santa’s in a snit, not at all jolly nor filled with holiday cheer. Red noses, beeping and blaring, poking out, jumping, scaring on this Winter-white night when the sled should be ready and raring to leap to each home, slide down chimneys or their substitute holes and put smiles on cherubic faces but for naughty reindeer out of control! 11/26/2018 The Night Before Poetry Contest/Joseph May