CHRISTMAS IS CALLING BY FIONA CUMMINGS

CHRISTMAS IS CALLING
BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Christmas is calling
The snow is falling
Happy little faces
Searching for reindeer’s traces
Shining diamond eyes
Full of surprise
Waiting in anticipation
Absolute admiration
For the big man in red
Who will pay a visit to their homes
When they are tucked up in bed
Looking at their advent
How many more days till a present?
A toy under the tree
Where Santa came down their chimney
Or used his magic key
After he lays down his sack, made from velvet, colour black
He takes his mince pie, washed down by sherry, just a glass
The problem is
His heads all a fizz
After the seventh house
He gets a bit dizzy
Though he has to deliver to all the girls and boys
So he needs to be busy
So many toys
On his way
In a winter sleigh
He’s a very important man
Not only on Christmas day
But all year
He is full of Christmas cheer
And organises his colourful factory
With all the elves
Filling the shelves
Of gifts for us all to receive
At the end of the year
Under our Christmas trees
So next time you see the man in his red coat
Give him a thought and say thank you
He will remember you and your abode
And for those who are alone
Why not give them a gift and say hello
Paint them a picture
Of fun in the snow?
Then to them you will be like their little Santa
And make them warm in winter

© Fiona Cummings