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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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