How dare you tell me he’s not real!
Why would you spread such lies?
We surely all have seen him,
Fly his sleigh across the skies.
We’ve all heard of his reindeer,
Who pull him on his way,
We know he has an army,
Elves with no time for play!
Tirelessly they spend their days,
Make toys and gifts for all,
From a quaint and pretty doll’s house,
To the simplest bouncy balls.
The workers under his command,
They have no time to snooze,
No need for rest ‘til work is done,
There’s just no time to lose.
When all is good and ready,
The presents neatly stacked,
The magic portal opens wide,
The night will be jam-packed.
He starts in Australasia,
His journey takes him west,
Covering every inch of sky,
Head to toe in red he’s dressed.
Calling out his ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’
Silhouetted by the moon,
His reindeer keeping perfect time,
Must not arrive too soon.
For if he comes when we’re awake,
His schedule must be changed,
He’ll have to make some detours,
His plans he must then rearrange.
He’s magical, but real for sure,
Be sure to leave a snack,
The poor man works for many hours,
He has no time to slack.
He’s partial to a cold mince pie,
And a swig or two of brandy,
The deer he’ll give a snack or two,
To keep them fine and dandy.
So many disbelievers,
Their Christmas spirit gone,
Those same are always quite content,
To open gifts he’s left, at dawn.
Although he doesn’t live nearby,
Resides far out of sight,
One thing is for certain,
Christmas Eve’s his busiest night!
Writing and Rhythm 