Christmas Cheer
By David Griffith
I left the North Pole,
A twitch after dark.
Why, I’d plenty of time
For my Christmas Eve lark.
I harnessed the twelve,
They looked so benign.
They’re showing their age,
But I’m sure they’ll be fine.
We left in a clatter,
And stopped in a flash.
A broken sleigh runner,
Used up my spare cash.
We sort of got goin’,
With a jury-rigged sled.
When Rudolph that klutz,
Fell flat on his head.
We started again,
But then it began.
A case of the splints,
Dropped the reindeer to ten.
We still made good time,
Down the steep southern trail.
When four of my old ones,
Proceeded to fail.
That left me just six,
But they’re stout, and they’d do.
With luck we should make it,
Though we are short a few.
And then at Fort Nelson,
Things went to the dogs.
Two more of those reindeer,
Threw a wrench in my log.
“Foundered,” they said,
At the local retreat,
Where I’d stopped for a pop,
And something to eat.
So now I’m at four,
With a long way to go.
The thermometer’s dropped,
To forty below.
Then somewhere in Kansas,
In the dark and the cold,
My Donner and Blitzen,
Proceeded to fold.
With frost-bitten lungs,
All spavined and sore,
The traces went slack,
They couldn’t pull any more.
So with two of my team,
And me breakin’ trail.
I’m comin’ sometime,
I’ll try not to fail.
For I’ve a tradition to keep,
A cold winter date.
Count on me coming,
But . . . I’ll be a bit late!