T’was the Night … of Santa’s Sleigh ;~)

(I’m dedicating this poem penned tonight to all the children and children-at-heart, and to the ingeniousness of elves. ;~)


T’was the night before Christmas

And all through the town

The snow had all melted

Leaving bare, mushy ground.

Trees were filled with tinsel

And ornaments bright,

Presents strewn at the base

Below glittering lights.

Santa’s reindeer chafed to leave

As he topped off the bags

And weighed the mountains he’d pass

All the valleys and crags.

Santa loved to fly this night

Carrying gifts near and far.

But this was one of those times

He wished he had a car.

Traveling by sleigh was grand

But bare roofs and no snow

Made landing rather tough

And caused quite the row.

Santa mumbled under his breath

About the challenges he faced

When a tiny little elf

Tugged hard on his shoelace.

“Santa, we have another rig,”

The little one said quite loud.

“What?” Santa said in shock

To the wee elf looking proud.

“Oh yes, we’ve been tinkering

For quite some time now,

To figure out how to put wheels

On a sleigh that will still ‘Wow.’”

The elf tugged at Santa

As the reindeer pawed the snow

And led the impatient man

To a back shed that hung low.

Ten more elves greeted them there

To pull open the wide door

To reveal a wondrous sight,

A shining wheeled sleigh, ready to roar.

The tires had wide snow treads,

And a solid braking system,

Attached to sleigh runners.

Santa grinned at the wisdom.

For here was a sleigh that worked

Come rain, snow or fog,

With powerful headlights

For the dark miles he’d log.

“Come let’s get the reindeer,” Santa called,

“All strapped to this sleigh,

We’ve got a planet to cover,

We must make our way!”

The gift bags were tossed on

As the reindeer pranced in.

Within moments, Santa rolled off

On his wheeled sleigh contraption.

And whether there was snow or not,

Santa landed the sleigh

With no mishap or scratch

It was more than he could pray.

The gifts were delivered,

Santa returned safe and sound,

Where he treated the elves,

Oh, the cookies and drink they downed!

Then they all collapsed

For a long winter’s nap,

To plan again for next year

After this one’s ingenious wrap.

For the moral of the story is:

The elves will always find a way

To support Santa’s mission

To bring JOY—Come what may!

For more on elves and all they contribute, click here.


© Mare Cromwell


About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-one years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home. www.marecromwell.com
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