Santa smiled to himself,
At the scurrying of each elf.
Christmas Eve had come at last,
Now things needed to move fast.
Around the world in one night,
Every year a record flight.
Nine little reindeer, a big bag of toys,
For all the good girls and boys.
A sack full of coal was what he had,
If those kids had been bad.
Santa hated the Naughty List,
He scowled and shook one red-gloved fist.
He took out his magical pen,
Crossed off three names, circled ten.
Some kids just needed to believe,
So, he’d grant them a reprieve.
Instead of coal, they’d get to see,
A glimpse of Santa by their tree.
The sleigh was packed, time to go,
Santa took off with a Ho! Ho! Ho!
Ken_W_Writer’s Stories and Poems 