Poet's Corner

Posted: Thursday, December 23, 2010

Bob's Sled

By Bill Lowe, Sterling

As I sit by my warm fireplace and wait for Santa to appear,

I keep my eyes looking outside and my ears listening to hear

the sound of sleigh bells and, on my roof, his eight reindeer.

I also reminisce an old story told in the last, great frontier,

the year Santa ran into a bit of trouble with his landing gear

and a sled from Bob's Used Sleds Santa had to commandeer.

Now don't be discouraged, dismayed, have no worry or fear;

though Bob's Sleds are "bobsleds" and not too easy to steer,

that didn't concern Santa, because he is quite the engineer.

He applied his know-how, his skill, and rendered good cheer,

then proceeded to toss out six empty bottles of Bob's beer.

Nothing could halt Santa from delivering his gifts this year.

He took out a map and made sure the directions were clear,

loaded up a bag of toys and shifted Bob's sled into high gear,

and headed off on his route with a grin stretched ear to ear.

Each time I recall this story it brings to my eye, a little tear

knowing nothing stops Santa, not breakdowns or atmosphere

and he's prepared for most problems when Christmas is near.

And now it's time to put out the cookies Santa loves so dear,

and a glass of chocolate milk, then wait for it to all disappear

because when only crumbs are left I know Santa's been here.

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year

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