Seven Days Before Christmas
Seven Days Before Christmas
It was almost Christmas and Santa was getting Antsy.
That night he left his reindeer at his North Pole Farm.
Then, asked Mrs. Clause to get dressed red and fancy.
He did not want many to see his sleigh ride charm.
The lonely white donkey would certainly do!
So, he hitched up the sleigh to go for a ride.
No one else would go with them, only those two.
Across the worldwide skies, with Mrs. Clause by his side…
The weather was ice, but Santa Clause was warm.
Mrs. Clause's rosy cheek lay on his soft shoulder.
She lovingly clung to his handsome strong arm.
Year after year, he seemed younger, not older.
Many loving memories frolicked in two heads.
She never flew with him on his Christmas night run.
But snuggled and cozy, they had worn out many sleds.
Every seven days before Christmas, those two had great fun!
He stood on the seat and shouted, “Ho! Ho!”
White donkey was flying with those two alone.
“Come dance with me, sweetheart.” His face was aglow!
Gliding through the skies, true love was homegrown.
She reached for his hand; stood there beside him.
And magical music serenaded their night.
Their waltz in the sled was a mid-night whim.
They wriggled and giggled each filled with delight.
“I love Mrs. Clause, dashing with me tonight!”
Distant and tiny, earth resembled planet mars!
Weaving and whirring that romantic starry sight,
They looked down below, amid sparkling stars.
For hours they enjoyed their alone time together.
Laughing and singing, souls full of delight…
Oblivious to snow and stormy weather,
Two dipped and sped around the sky on that night.
Seven days before Christmas, high above every town.
If you look, you might see them, oh, wonderful sight,
Santa shouting with glee as they two fly around.
Jolly holiday! “Mrs. Clause is with me tonight!”
© December 18, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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