CHRISTMAS EVE

CHRISTMAS EVE

SANTA WAS IN A BIND
THE ELVES WERE SICK
THE REINDEER SNEEZING
RUDOLPH HAD BLOWN HIS NOSE OUT
AND CHRISTMAS WAS AROUND THE CORNER

CANCELING WAS NOT AN OPTION
BUT WHAT TO DO

WITH A SMILE HE HAD AN IDEA

I SHALL GO TO MY OLD PAL PIGTAIL
THE DONKEY WITH THE TWISTED TAIL
IN THE LAND OF NOT QUITE PERFECT

HE ENLISTED PIGTAIL
TO PULL HIS SLED

ALONG WITH SOME UNICORNS
WHOSE HORNS WERE EITHER MISSHAPEN
OR BROKEN

SOME HORSES
OFTEN CALLED NAGS
SLOW IN SPEED BUT FAST WITH EFFORT

SOME REINDEER
NOT PATHFINDERS
BUT FOLLOWERS
NOT LEADERS

SOME BIRDS CALLED
WHEREAREWE
FOR A GPS

THOUGH SANTA KNEW THE WAY
BUT IT MADE THE BIRDS HAPPY

HE THOUGHT
IT DOESN’T TAKE PERFECTION
TO GET A JOB DONE

THE ANT AND MOSQUITO
THOUGH SMALL
COMPLETE THEIR TASK

THE LESS FAVORED
ARE ONLY LESS FAVORED
IN THEIR MIND

INSIDE
WHERE IT COUNTS
THEY ARE JUST AS BEAUTIFUL
AND CAPABLE
AS ANYONE ELSE

SO CHRISTMAS EVE
IF YOU HEAR OF ALL THINGS
A DONKEY BRAY

YOUR GIFTS WERE BROUGHT
BY THOSE NOT PERFECT
BUT BEAUTIFUL

FRANK A VOLLMER