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
Dreaming Christmas #157