no one dare move, breathe, or roam about.
The tree had been decorated with wonder
and all the gifts were nestled safely under.
The boys lay in their room,
Little Johnny snug in his Batman costume.
And down the hall, inside the girls’ room,
there were nothing but dreams of Orlando Bloom.
When an alarm suddenly sounded
“What the hell?” Mommy and Daddy shouted
We pressed our faces to the glass,
hoping to see what lay out on the grass.
The porch lights were all a-glow
illuminating the front yard below.
And what was bestowed upon my eyes
came as a complete surprise.
There, in our yard, was a sight to see:
Santa himself had crashed into the SUV.
On the passenger’s side, he left the biggest dent
Then, he spoke, hands raised, swearing it was an accident.
Daddy shook his head from side to side
While Mommy looked as though she could have cried.
We all watched the reindeer,
their injuries most severe.
Dasher lay there twitchin’
Dancer and Prancer hemorrhaged from the fall
Comet and Cupid were so stunned, they moved not at all
Donder and Blitzen were missin’
And I won’t repeat how we found Vixen.
Santa was most upset,
knowing his Christmas deadline would not be met.
“Please, help me,” he said,
“My sleigh is wrecked and my reindeer surely dead.”
We begged and pleaded,
realizing how much our help was needed.
Mommy and Daddy agreed, and we began our good deed.
Santa’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights! his dimples so deep!
He thanked us a thousand times and began to weep.
Little Johnny flew into action, in true superhero fashion
He found Donder and Blitzen, much to Santa’s satisfaction.
The girls patched up Dancer and Prancer, fixing them in a flash
and I tended to Dasher, helping him up from the crash.
Daddy went to Vixen,
and after he was done fixin’,
he helped Mommy with Comet and Cupid.
They eventually moved, if not a little bit stupid.
With a gust of winter air,
a little magic and a lot of prayer,
the sleigh miraculously rose to the sky,
and we all waved goodbye.
Santa thanked my family once more
and away we watched them soar.
The children and I went to back into the house, and climbed into bed,
trying our hardest to wipe those images from our heads.
Daddy turned to Mommy, and said with much assurance,
“I don’t think this is covered by our insurance.”
.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.
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