No Christmas, This Year Poem by Michael Gale

The sled slid fast and wrecklessly into a great heaping mound of snow...
Was it St. Nick, Nose and cheeks a jiggly crimson red doth show?

Rudolph's map a questioning heart felt doubt? ...
A frozen tear dripping to leave an ice sickled trail, afronted Rudolph's frowning and sad laced snout? ...

Toys and sacked satchel well in tow...
Deers and Elves thrown every where amongst all hill and delled, Wintered, icey snow...

The toys this year would not be delivered, as well...
Santa would'st be riled, do tell, Do tell?

Unanswerable excuses spread from mouth and lip...
All the way back to home, empty handed, from this long wasted trip....

No Christmas, this year! ...
Oh Dear, Oh Deer!