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Click hereA keen eye high above, through the sleet the snow
Steady bright twinkling and ready
The sleek craft a shaft of red, cut the cloud the night
Fast efficient spotless gone in a blast
No machine this in the mist here, missing the engine the jet
Sleek elegant old yet not meek
The reigns in hand the man smiles, in the cold the damp
Fat laughing joy in a jolly hat
Each house in like a mouse, past the parents the kids
Goodies gifts toys left for cookies
Chimneys his freeway this day, through the flue the stack
Silent speedy presents where he went
All through the night ‘till light, of the morning the day
Hurry rush finish the scurry
Away again fast at last, for the day the year
None left over work now done
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I was challenged to write a ‘happy’ poem for Christmas. Santa’s sleigh was often referred to as ‘The Fat Man Missile’ in my family. I’ll be lifting a glass to hopes of peace, and I hope everyone, of whatever faith or culture, can simply enjoy the love of their family.
wD