Bobby May Poet Rhyme

The Year Santa Was Late

It was Christmas Eve and Santa was about to leave
He had received a note from one of his elves
Rudolph is sick Santa come and see
Low and behold she was lying in the hay
To sick to lead Santa and his slay

Santa was beside himself this had never happened before
Mrs. Clause was on her way with a bucket of hot water
They all gathered around whispering 
What will Santa do I have no clue said Donner
Comet and Prancer, Cupid and Dasher where
Standing next to Dancer, Blitzen and Vixen

With a look of sadness they did not want Rudolph to die
After about an hour had passed a sigh of relief was heard
For Rudolph had given birth to a tiny red nosed reindeer
This was the year from long ago when Santa was late
Delivering through the snow without Rudolph's
Bright Red Nose Santa named this new reindeer "shining bright"

This is a true story!

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Tom Cunningham December 1, 2018 at 4:46 AM The spirit of Christmas is truly alive. Lovely story Bobby. Tom. P.S. I've never stopped believing. Bobby May December 1, 2018 at 5:47 AM Never stop believing if you do it will destroy your spirit my friend, Thank you for reading my poetry Tom!

Carolyn Devonshire November 30, 2018 at 1:07 PM Ah, this is so delightful, Bobby. I love it. And just imagine, it's a "true story" as well... Hugs, Carolyn Bobby May November 30, 2018 at 1:18 PM Yes, Carolyn it is true 200 years ago when Santa was making me wrap presents I heard this story from an elf. Thank You, for your kind words!

Chris Green November 30, 2018 at 9:41 AM This was cute Bobby and it is a true story??? Cool. : ) Bobby May November 30, 2018 at 9:45 AM I knew you would believe it Chris, lol Thank You my friend!