Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Dreaming Christmas #157



Reindeer fly across a silvery sky
To the light of a candle lit room
Where an old man sits with his pipe aglow
And his eyes set upon the moon...

It is not Christmas to be lonely
And it's not Christmas lest we're free
For none's more noticed for holiday cheer
Than presents under a Christmas tree...

The old man taking a drink for a nightcap
Speaks with a mumble and a tear in his eye,
“My loved ones are all home for Christmas
And there is no place left for I.”

Well, his reindeer landing like thunder
As snow  they suddenly come tumbling down
From the clouds, through the trees, upon the rooftop
Of him whose wearing a frown...

With a jingle and a jangle they clatter
As the old fellow flies off with a nod
From the door of his North Pole cottage
Through the sleet, the snow, and the sod...

And he yells, “I will be there for Christmas!”
As with gifts, his sleigh he loads to depart,
“Yes, I will be with you for Christmas
Even if only in my heart!”

-Lighthouse Bob




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Dreaming Christmas #157

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