SERMON - Rev Brian Moodie
SERMON - Rev Brian Moodie
0 Comments
Santa's Poem - by Jeffrey Martin
Santa's lining up his reindeers The parcels are ready to go But will he call at my house That i do not know. Poor Rudolph's got a bad cold No wonder his nose is red He's been drinking Lemsip And just wants to stay in bed. The elves have been on furlough They had their eighty per cent They've been busy doing nothing They think Rishi's heaven sent. The kids believe in Santa For that letter they sent last year - Dear Santa, let us skip school For six months, at least, no fear. Mrs Claus has made his packed lunch With a Thermos ready to go For Santa turns to Rudolph With their noses both a-glow. So across the heavens he goes now Like the streaming Northern lights. He's put on weight in lockdown That sleigh barely scales the heights. And as he stops to drink his milk At the last house on his way He reads this simple message - And it changes his xmas day "Dear Santa, leave no presents I have everything here indeed This year taught me to be humble To think of others in need. Of all those who lost love ones Please bring their hearts some cheer Of all those who in families They held so very dear" Poor Santa looked at Rudolph They nodded - that "he was right" And buckled up their harnesses To head back into the night. So if you hear sleigh bells ringing It's old Santa on his way To tell those who lost someone They're not forgotten on this day. Footnote - [Rishi Sunak - Chancellor of Exchequer] |
Archives
October 2024
Categories
All
|