Santa's Carryon Poem by Ima Ryma

So many a Christmas Eve, I
Have sat with Santa in the sleigh,
As with the reindeer we do fly
'Round the world, up, up and away.
Just any carryon I'm not.
I've never any wear and tear.
And I'm adaptable a lot,
For any and all toys I'm there,
Able to stretch to fit the need
For each and every girl and boy.
Santa depends on me indeed
To have ready just the right toy.

Christmas bags or sacks are such fun,
But I'm the original one.