Sleigh Ride Poem by Angela Wybrow

Snowflakes swirl all around my face,
As Santa's sleigh picks up the pace.
I can barely believe my own two eyes,
As we suddenly take off into the skies.

Instead of being laden with children's toys,
Our sleigh is laden with faces of joy.
We fly so fast through the wintry night -
Our excited faces are full of delight.

Open-mouthed, I gaze down below,
And spy festive windows all aglow.
That this is happening, it's hard to believe -
So thrilled am I, I can barely breathe!

As we follow along the winding river,
The cold frosty air makes me shiver.
The reindeer run with soundless hooves
Over the city's snow-covered roofs.

Sleigh bells rhythmically jingle-jangle,
As we view the City from every angle.
We see Shakespeare's Globe and the O2 -
From so far up, we've a fantastic view.

We see Tower Bridge and the Festival Hall,
The Shard and the cathedral of St Paul's.
I wonder if I'm dreaming or if it is real,
As we zoom on past the Millennium Wheel.

The bell of Big Ben chimes at midnight.
As we swoop on by holding real tight.
Onwards we go, travelling due west,
And my heart beats faster within my chest.

The city below is a breathtaking sight -
Streetlights glow in a world full of white.
Slowly, but surely, our sleigh starts to descend,
As our magical sleigh ride comes to an end.