Scrubs sticky soot and snow from his sturdy sleigh,
seeks seven strong sprinting reindeer that did stray,
soaks his scarlet shirt in the sink full of soapy suds,
squeezes, sluices, suns and sews on shimmery studs,
shines his shoes till they sparkle like stars in the skies,
his stained suit he scrapes off the sour milk and spice,
shops for savoury snacks; selects sticks of sugary stuff,
shrinks some size to slide down the smoke-filled shaft,
sticks the stamps and sums up the score of supplies,
stows into his sacks the sets of sporting-games and toys,
secures and stacks them to the sleigh, steady and slow,
straps his steadfast steerers standing in the silvery snow,
swiftly steals a smooch from his splendid spouse,
smiles at her surprise as he speeds from the house.
so Santa is set and stirring to go.....
to shower season's salutations on sweet souls below.
3 Dec 2008