*Spoiler alert!* This is the last part of a serial - don't start here! Part I is here.
Of ev'ry pot of tea that I remember,
At home, in rest'raunts, diners, small cafes,
The ending of that one, that late December,
Had touched my life, a myriad of ways.
He put his cup down. "Want to see the sleigh?
It's on your house. The reindeer had to eat."
We stepped outside, to get him on his way,
And then I saw them. High above the street,
All eight of them. And he was on the roof,
And calling every one of them by name.
I watched, and followed ev'ry silent hoof.
that big machine for cleaning came,
And I was in my bed. Not sleeping quite,
Just listening. A noise, and then... delight.
I'd heard this:
"Merry Christmas, all!
- The End -