The jolly old mate

Posted on Nov 3, 2014 in Poetry, Writing

The jolly old mate
has flown in on his sleigh
while I lie in my bedroom awake.
I hear small pitter-patter
on the roof of my cabin
as cookies and milk lie in wait.
Eight tiny reindeer
touch down, as his sleigh steers
to a stop at my chimney above.
And no matter my years
The moment I hear
My heart’s filled with gladness and love.