On Christmas Eve,

The world around

A breeze blows

Gently carrying sleepy seeds

To the eyes of the children

As they gather at windows

Hoping to get a glimpse

Of a jolly old man in a sleigh

Pulled by reindeer.

As soon as they sleep

It blows him up to

The rooftops and chimneys,

Gently pushing him down

To the trees

And when his sack is empty

It pulls him back up

To the sleigh

To continue his trip.

When he finishes with the gifts

For the last sleeping child,

It gives one big blow

And carries him

Back to the North Pole.

As he settles down by the fire

With one last cup of hot chocolate

And cookies

It blows one last set of sleepy seeds

To the eyes

Of the Jolly old man

Who has completed his work for another year

And truly deserves a good rest.

Susan Bergeron

December 15, 2010