Winter Poems from the 2012 “Merry Christmas Poems and Tales”
By
Gypsy Joy.
While the deer tiptoe
In the fresh fallen snow
Santa knows it’s best
To let man’s best friend rest
By the fire
On Christmas eve his pet is not for hire.
Come Spring
He is ever ready for a swim
In Summer he gets in a whirly trance
When he sees the fireflies dance
Come Autumn he chases the leaves
And keeps away the toy thieves.
Winter and Christmas chores are tiresome
When Christmas Eve comes along
Santa’s pet cuts down on the daily chase
And dreams by the warmth of the fireplace
On Christmas Eve begins his relaxing winter time
And that’s the end of this rhyme.
