Merry Christmas
Alone she rides
Across the pole on the sleigh,
As it is the year’s busiest day.
She made sure,
He is packed for the chill,
The Red Coat mended
To face the wind.
The sack all filled
With the tagged toys,
And magic dust sprinkled
To add the joy.
The tired little elves
Warm and tucked in bed,
She knows for her
It is a lonely night ahead.
The barn’s all empty,
Even her Comet is gone,
She loves him the most,
Though he doesn’t lead in the song.
A tough night it seems,
Yet the loveliest time of the year,
The cold winds for once,
Spread across the cheer.
The NorthStar in the sky,
Keeps her company,
He is a silent spectator
She is fond of cacophony.
She loves the loud Ho Ho Ho
And the beard white with snow
She loves his hard working hands,
But the overeating…
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