Kris Kringle is my name
Giving gifts is my game
Every year when snow flies
I take my sleigh into the skies.
Bags of toys filled to the brim
are covered up with bows and trim.
Christmas trees sparkling bright
Guide my reindeer on their flight.
Little boys and little girls
Stay asleep through my twirls.
No one knows when I am there
I sneak around, they know not where.
Cookie crumbs I leave behind
But somehow no one seems to mind.
Tinsel trim stuck in my belt
Holly leaves, their pricks I felt.
Glittered cards shed their sparkles
In my hat and down my farckles.
Christmas Eve ends all too soon,
I rush up north in a zoom.
The sleigh ride’s done
The toys are gone
Now I can sleep
The whole year long.
Sally Steele wrote this poem to share at our Christmas Party. Thank you.
Lilac City Rochester Writers 