There Was No Snow In Toyland

There was no snow in Toyland!

There was no snow in Toyland!
The reindeer munched their Hay.
The magic of a white Christmas!
Was just not there that day.

The Christmas fairy visited.
Santa expressed his fear.
His sleigh had no runway.
To take off on this year!

All the elves were brokenhearted.
The toys made, packed and labelled ready to go.
All loaded on Santa’s sleigh.
Which could not take off, you know!

Although the Christmas fairy was magical.
She could not make it snow.
But she had something better.
Do you really want to know?

If you had heard of her friend Tinkerbell.
I’m sure that you would know.
She was a friend of Peter Pan.
Oh yes she was, you know.

Now where was I?  What was I going to say?
Oh yes, I remember now.
I was going to say how the Christmas fairy.
Saved Christmas day and now I will tell you how.

She went round all the reindeer.
And sprinkled in their food!
Some of her magic flying dust.
Father Christmas ate some too.

Well, he was soon as light as dust.
His reindeer were as well.
Then, when the elves hitched the reindeer up.
They almost flew as well.

So off they flew all of them.
Thirteen reindeer pulled the sleigh.
As Father Christmas had Rudolph.
Leading in front, I say.

And did his nose show the way?
It glowed so blinking light.
Everyone thought it was a shooting star.
Flying so quickly through the night.

So worry not, boys and girls.
If there is no snow any year.
As I know the Christmas fairy.
Pays a visit to Toyland ever year!

Oh! Ho! Ho!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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