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The winds will howl and deer will push,
across the Pole this day.
Aurora gathers from skies around
to light upon the sleigh.
The magic of the season crests,
the sparks do fly about,
the steeds do paw and grind the earth,
and wait the starting shout!
A loving elf in red arrives,
and slides into the seat,
he shimmies in and twists to sit;
settles in and plants his feet.
Tis power in his sleigh this night,
and magic fills his heart,
so wild his need to fill each life,
so bent to do his part.
He takes the reigns within his hands,
his eyes awash with fire,
and turns his head sharp to the south,
to fill little hearts’ desire.
The elf does snap the reigns in hands,
to the steeds he gives some yells,
and magic light does fill the sleigh,
and elves do ring the bells!
Brilliant does the sleigh then glow,
and lifts up off the ground,
as reindeer paw the northern winds,
and flips the sleigh around.
Around the world, all clocks do slow,
and barely move a hand,
while rains and snows and winds do pause;
natures peace to every land.
The sleigh screams off the polar cap,
and banks and circles round,
Three turns around the Northern Pole,
then southward it is bound.
A blazing comet of brilliant light,
a blur of Christmas love,
does flash across the voids that night,
and fills the skies above.
Effervescent trails of magic dust,
waft out the sleigh to breeze;
as float upon the drifts they must,
to nestle in snowbound trees.
The brilliant orb drops down to towns,
the elf does flash his speed
as sleigh and deer on rooftops land,
to fill that Christmas need.
Then up and off to sky again,
the next house soon to fill,
his eyes afire with Christmas power,
his suit is never still.
He circles Earth, three times around,
then pulls the reigns hard right,
and turns his sleigh and deer due North,
tis time to end the flight.
His sleigh sets down to Mother earth,
his work for night now through,
the clock hands round the earth do jump,
as time starts up anew.
The blazing aurora light does fade,
the elf climbing off; gives pause,
and turns and gazes cross the cap,
…beyond the reindeer stalls.
Below his eye, a tear does form;
and rolls on down his cheek.
his shoulders drop down just a bit,
his face turns darkly bleak.
For the gift he’d give, if ever he could,
in stockings has no place.
The wish is huge and fills the sky,
and covers the human race.
He looks then out to Northern Lights,
to Polaris shining bright,
and wishes peace upon the Earth,
on this brilliant starry night.