A poem for children

We dearly love old Santa Claus

who works all year without a pause.

This year his reindeer went on strike

they thought he'd have to use his trike!

Santa said -

You ask your contract be renewed

but think of all the oats you've chewed!

Overtime for the long night's haul

'on snowy roofs we risk a fall'.

You demand Monclers and furry boots

I see you lot are in cahoots!

I pay for all the hay you eat

then you complain about cold feet?

You may be toughies from the tundra

but I'm not going to knuckle under!

I've bought a magic private jet

which to automatic I shall set.

The elves can come and help me too

they'll make a compact cabin crew.

 

The deer cleared off in great disdain

and won't be seen this year again!