Santas Grave

Santa‘s grave should be adorned

with lights and baubles and bells.

Instead, it’s humbly looked upon

with the sad eyes of his elves.

His sleigh this year –

it will not fly. There will

be no reindeer in the sky.

The toys will remain half assembled and unwrapped.

The village has shut down, the music has stopped and the candles capped. Pray Dasher, pray Dancer, pray Prancer, and Vixen. Pray Comet, pray Cupid,

pray Donner, and Blitzen! Rudolph, the misfit, with your bright nose;

light up the way so we know where to go.

Guide us through this season, and all the ones ahead.

As we forge solemnly reminiscing about the joy that he spread.