When Santa Wanted a Lift
The winter weather was bad, snowed heavily that year,
Santa was late dressing up and putting on the head gear.
He needed then to hurry up to reach the town in time
before chilled night fell, Christmas bells started to chime.
He left the familiar road, took a short cut on the pathway
through the desolate misty park, began to wander away.
The snow on the path lined with frosted trees was deep,
in his weakened control the old sledge he couldn’t keep.
He found the sleigh stuck, burrow its grave in the snow,
the confused reindeer strayed, didn’t know where to go.
Tired of the daylong ordeal Santa rued the hasty gambit,
found nearby an empty brown bench in the park to sit.
The stranded reindeer standing by gave him loyal company,
he looked helplessly, the end of the path he couldn’t see.
A sad Christmas for the children for Santa had lost their gifts,
forlorn, he waited for someone to come by, give him a lift.
December 14, 2018
Picture # 3
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