SANTA & THE SNOWMAN
Beneath a haze of milky ways
And through the midnight blue,
Where solstice sunrise pewter rays
Pierce the wintry hue,
There stands a lonely figure white,
Tears run down his cheeks,
Trying hard, with all his might,
To stop defrosting leaks.
Christmas over and mercury rising,
As drops drip-drop to the floor.
Forgotten and slushy, it’s hardly surprising,
At sunset he’ll be no more.
Giggling girls and boisterous boys,
Happy hands that built him,
Now occupied with brand new toys
As twilight skies grow dim.
On a frosty breeze the sound of bells!
A golden sleighing sound
Of muffled hooves and Christmas spells
That light the snowy ground.
Here comes the Real Santa Claus
To rescue melting man –
And take him North before he thaws,
In his reindeer caravan.
With mirrored puddles all around,
As gently as he can,
He lifts the weeping snowman
Off the soggy ground
And tucks him safe inside the sleigh.
And then our cheery hero
Bellows, ‘Ho! Ho! Up, up and away!
To the land where it’s far below zero’.
Reindeer flight in the fading light
On the soaring, starry sleigh,
Towards an inky North Pole night,
Beneath the Milky Way.
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