It was a great Spring day

When I decided to take a nap.

It was under an old oak tree

Near a running stream close by.

My long white beard,

Much like Santa's own,

I tucked beneath my vest

And soon dream land came.

A noise awakened me,

As I jumped up to look around.

Snow was all over the ground,

Could I have slept that long?

Reindeers were running by

And soon stopped to gaze at me.

This must be a dream so real,

But by gosh those deer were alive.

I never told this tale before

As who would believe it.

It was hard for me, but it happened

On that lazy Spring afternoon.