What’s that sound on my roof?
Could it really be a reindeer hoof?
The faint jingle of bells
like that of a distant carousel.
I must be dreaming it couldn’t be
he doesn’t exist, but I have to see.
I get out of bed and turn on the light.
Damn, I shouldn’t have, it may cause a fright.
What am I saying he isn’t real,
or is he? how do you explain this orange peel?
The bells get louder as I open the door,
still only believing it’s all folklore.
I step outside and look towards the skies
and there he is before my eyes.
The man in red looks down at me,
gives me a wink and laughs with glee
The reindeers fly off into the night
pulling his sleigh with all their might.
I stand there not believing what I saw,
shake my head and silently withdraw.