Santa arose from his cozy warm bed to take a ride in his bright red sled
Stopping at the home of a little brown rabbit, for many a week this had been his habit
Rabbit hopped in trying to hold on tight, while Santa turned to the left and then to the right
A beautiful cardinal perched on Santa's shoulder, as he made a stop by a big round boulder
A tiny green lizard was sunning on the rock, he climbed aboard making the seat best lock
On down the road and down by the creek. All his animal friends he was trying to seek
Santa saw an armadillo rooting under a log, looking for breakfast but he only found a frog
They both joined the ride to laugh and sing, hitting the bumps made them want to cling
They rode and had fun until almost dark, all agreed it was time to park
Let Santa get to work, friends go home,until Santa again decides to roam
Paula October 5, 1994
13 comments:
THANKS PAULA, THIS IS GOOD. sam
Cute one Paula.
Helen
Good 'un. Like that.
Saw a girl at the flea mkt with those leggerns on, but they weren't PINK!
Take care.
Sherry & Jack
How sweet ~ you should do some illustrations to it and publish it as a child's Christmas story.
how charming.
huggies...
I wish Santa had run over that armadilla, they are still digging up our yard...ha. Sheila
How cute! I love it Paula :-)
You are a talented poet. Shame on you Sheila for wishing that armadillo dead. I can't say I blame you though. You all have very active creatures for winter. BUT of course it is warm there.
Hi Paula,
What a nice poem. I heard something kind of odd about Santa this week: My colleagues in Europe tell me that the American version of Santa (with the red suit and jolly attitude) was a product of Coca Cola advertising. The original Santa, they said, is more like the traditional version of a Saint: More serious ... and walks around wearing a pointy white hat, sort of like a pope hat.
Best,
Marty
Cute, but what about the turtles?
Jimmy
Very good poetry. Make one about your turtles. I hope they are doing OK...and getting ready for
Christmas.
Shirl
Great poem Paula, you should really publish a book of your poems.
Poems, I see them liking hightlights of a day, life, or dream. There wuords are as food for the heart and soul, and exercise for mind. I believe the most interesting or revealing poems come from the heart's emotions having lived the very words.
For instance, when you read of your turtles, I see and hear you speak for them.
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