Santa Came Early Last Christmas Poem by Chris Lane

Santa came early last Christmas
In the form of a beautiful Princess
Tall northern pine trees in a wind swept snow breeze
An image - thereon each booth.

And the light seemed to play
With the silver green glitter
Making her red stockings
Appear three dimensional.

Like an excited wave 
Her black velvet skirt swayed 
Flowed swished and raved 
Before during and after. 

I had to look up!
'St. Nick': Shouts her sweater

Her eyes matched her voice
Sparkly! bright linguistic!

She drank Fanta 
Straight from Atlanta
This beautiful Princess Santa

And Oh! what a merry Christmas!

© Calac.