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.


I’ve found, as I get older,
An “ology” I love,
The art of having forty winks,
Or fifty, or above.

It’s something I’ve perfected,
To get me through the day,
I simply have to close my eyes,
And soon I’m well away.

A little snooze each afternoon,
Restores my power cell,
But sometimes I just can’t wake up,
And sleep all night as well.

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