Below is my entry. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
SANTA UNDER THE MISTLETOE
Dancing around the Christmas gnome
At Santa’s North Pole home.
Ten lively little elves
Go running to and fro
While stacking games and toys
Out in the falling snow.
Eight reindeer prance and paw
So anxious to take flight
On their trip around the world
Under the bright moonlight.
But, where is old St. Nick?
He’s nowhere to be found.
The sleigh needs a driver
If it’s to leave the ground.
He’s not in the kitchen.
He’s not in the stalls.
He’s under the mistletoe
Kissing Mrs. Claus!
His chubby cheeks turn red
As Rudolph’s big red nose.
He grabs his hat and boots
And out the door he goes.
He jumps into his sleigh
And grips the reigns real tight.
He waves to all the elves
And flies off at midnight.
Little kids lie in bed
But cannot sleep that night.
They wait up for Santa
With eyes so big and bright.
While sneaking down the stairs
They hear a “ho, ho, ho!”
And spy Mom and Santa
Under the mistletoe!
