The Gift

“We cannot use the Sleigh you say?”
Said dumbstruck Santa Clause,
The sleigh was grounded, deemed unsafe
By elf and safety laws.

The snow runners were buckled,
And made an awkward hissing,
Frost had rusted up the rails,
And Rudolf’s nose was missing.

Throughout the summer season,
the work had not been done,
Forgotten, left alone to rust,
Ignored by everyone.

Call the Elf mechanics!
Find that reindeer nose,
Santa needs his sleigh tonight,
To travel through the snows.

Hauled into the garage,
So sleigh repairs could start,
Metal fixed and bolts were tested,
Bits were pulled apart.

“I think I’ve found the problem”,
Claimed an Elf under the Sleigh,
“Some’s turned the Care switch off,
So Hope has gone away”.

Without a Care we’re finished,
Without a Hope we’re lost,
A caring warming heart will always
Melt away the frost.

Well Santa’s sleigh was sorted,
They turned the switch back on,
And all the children got their gifts,
So joy to everyone!

The message in this story,
Is “caring lights our way”,
And isn’t just for Christmas,
But a gift for every day.

Being Here

Racing blindly round the bend,
Jumping forward to the end,
Skimming over boring text,
Chasing after what comes next.

The fresh allure of pastures new,
Promising a better view,
The greener grass, not far away,
Inviting us to come and stay.

We never look before we leap,
Landing somewhere way too deep,
Fast-forwarding to what comes next,
Missing out on life’s subtext.

Life shouldn’t be a constant race,
Let’s vote today for slower pace,
And take some time to figure out,
What being here is all about.

The Top of Everything

“What goes up, must then come down” But what if that’s not true?
You might just keep on going up and that is all you do.
At first it feels quite clever, floating in the air,
Your feet rise off the pavement with nothing under there.

Up above the houses, and past the tops of trees,
Everything is shrinking, when I look down past my knees.
I’m floating past an office block, hello ninetieth floor!
A bird flew past, and almost died of shock at what he saw.

Up I go, on into clouds, where it starts to rain,
I just waved at the people in a passing Jumbo plane.
Now it’s getting darker, this must be the stratosphere.
I should have brought a space suit to come flying right up here.

I think I saw a Martian, in a rocket, close to Mars,
I had to make a detour not to crash into the stars,
Now the sky is milky, with swirls just like ice cream,
The universe gets smaller still, until is can’t be seen.

But now it’s getting brighter, there’s a glow that’s all around,
I’ve reached the top of everything, furthest from the ground.
My head bobs gently on the roof, my feet just hanging there,
I get the sense that I’ve arrived, this seems to be somewhere.

I suppose I am quite tired; I could do with a rest,
Perhaps a comfy pillow, and a long sleep would be best.
I’ve had a good long innings, I’ve got nothing left to fear,
And yes, I’ll miss my loved ones, but I’ll watch them from up here.

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