Dennis Spilchuk

Santa's Big Night

Canadian poet residing in Dryden, Northwestern Ontario.

“Whoa!” Santa screams
And the reindeer freeze
Skidding to a stop
On the old rooftop.

In a coat of red
He jumps from the sled
Then, with a wink,
And quick as a mink
Down the chimney, he goes
With a sack full of toys.

Then, in a sneeze
He’s up in a breeze
Flying out of sight,
Waving to all,
“Merry Christmas
And a good night!”