I hear the merry jingle bells,
How joyfully they call!
Reminding me of Santa Claus,
As snowflakes softly fall.

A Mr. Snowman I will make,
A large one, very high,
While visioning a bearded man
With reindeer that can fly.

Jet engines aren't Sir Claus's style;
Of them he has no need,
Because, you see, his trusty sleigh's
Propelled by antlered speed!

His jolly laugh rings in my ear,
And I can hear him say,
"With visibility zero,
Rudolph will lead the way!"

I see the twinkle in his eye
As he prepares to leave,
With presents stuffed inside his bag
For children who believe.

Copyright 1994 Ruth Gillis

First published in Oatmeal and Poetry,
November 1994

 

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