RUDOLPH ROCKS

‘By gum, it’s chilly,’ said Rudolph                           

stamping his foot on the ground.

‘We’d be better off going in summer

it’d be better all round.

This snow and ice always makes me sneeze

and I can’t see where I’m heading,

I lost my way last Christmas Eve

and we ended up back in Reddish.’

The youngest reindeer laughed and giggled,

and tears rolled down their cheeks.

‘When you’re as high as we are,’ Rudy said,

‘it’s easy to mix up the streets.’

‘Perhaps you’re getting too old for this,’

the smallest reindeer laughed.

‘Nonsense!’ said Rudolph,

‘There’s years in me yet,

we old uns were built to last.

It wouldn’t be Christmas

Without me in front

showing you all the way

and everyone’s presents

are always delivered

whatever you little ones say!’

They stood to attention

and polished their reins

as Santa came out with his sack.

‘Are you ready lads?’ he said with a smile

and patted them all on their backs.

‘Before we set off I’ve a little surprise,’

he said, fishing in his pocket.

He brought out a present wrapped in red

saying, ‘Now we’ll go like a rocket.’

It can’t be mince pies, Rudolph thought

because we’ve all been fed.

So he ripped off the paper

and smiled to himself,

‘Hurrah, a new A to Z.’

by Beryl Lomas