poem of the day December

Me and my muse

sat still in our house

late at night waiting for St Nick

to climb down the chimney bricks

Outside there was no virgin snow

just a bunch of old reindeer

gathered all in a row

Eight of them decked out in their bells

rested in the lee under St Nicholas's  spell

Attached to his jolly big smiling antique sled

a giant bag full of hope dangled by a single silk thread 

yet this unstable rope worn down by these times

did not break as reindeer took off with bells banging like chimes

And not too long after the red stockings were full and St Nick had left

My muse turned to me with her hands on her chest

"See I told you miracles do happen this time every year"

So Merry Christmas to all and to all a Happy New Year!