A Tale of Christmas
Gather around,
There's a tale to be told,
About one Christmas Eve,
Which was ever so cold.
It was still early evening,
But the kids were in bed,
Dreaming of Santa,
His reindeer and sled.
My wife and myself,
Warmed ourselves by the fire,
And somewhere outside,
We could hear a church choir.
The presents were wrapped,
And stacked by the tree,
So we switched on the telly,
To find something to see.
When we found nothing on,
A thought came to our head,
So we climbed up the stairs,
And slipped into bed.
We had just gone to sleep,
When I awoke to a sound,
It was rather as if something,
Had just hit the ground.
So I rushed down the stairs,
And out the back door,
To find an old man,
Lying down on the floor.
His eyes were all glazed,
As he lay on his back,
His legs covered over,
By a very large sack.
As I looked a bit closer,
Just in case he was dead,
I noticed his suit,
Was a bright shade of red.
Then all of a sudden,
His eyes opened wide,
The sheer look of terror,
Made me want to go hide.
“That last step was awful”
He said, “and not very nice”
“Your roof, it is covered”
“In a thick layer of ice.”
“Now help me get up”
“I am feeling quite cold”
“Though I don’t do so bad”
“At over two thousand years old”
So I helped him inside,
And gave him a drink,
And he washed both his hands,
In my kitchen sink.
Then he said “Time to go”
And he went back outside,
And jumped onto my roof,
“Time to catch me a ride”
Then, as if out of nowhere,
There appeared a red sleigh,
And he hopped up on board,
And flew right away.
And, as he passed through a cloud,
His shouted message was clear,
“Have a very merry Christmas”
“And a happy new year”
Bob Wrote this for the Grandchildren
