A few years ago I published a children's story biased on this poem I wrote about Christmas Eve.

I was looking out my window
on Christmas Eve night.
Low and behold I saw such
a strange, wondrous sight.

I saw Santa in his sleigh,
but no reindeer were in sight.
It was pulled by flamingos,
who were in full flight.

Each was in harness
with jingle bells attached.
They wore long red stockings
and fine Christmas caps.

I saw them stop at each house
on our street.
They waited patiently
while Santa delivered his treats.

When he came to our house
I pretended to be asleep.
I heard him leave,
Into his sleigh he leaped.

I heard Santa shout,
calling each flamingo's name.
They started to move,
and were soon flying again.

Santa called out
as they flew out of sight,
"Merry Christmas everyone
on this special night". 

 
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