Christmas Flight

Christmas Flight

A Poem by Kitsue

An hour to midnight

Soaring over an icy land

I fidgeted with anticpation

To see a man so grand

 

Landing on the ground

I stepped into the snow

A shiver ran up my spine

Whether from anticpation or cold I didn't know

 

I cut my path

Let out puffs of stream

Smiled to myself

I'm gonna have my dream

 

Upon a hill

I found a small home

I knocked on the door

My excitement continuing to grow

 

The door opened

Heat engulfed my being

My heart pounded

I couldn't believe who I was seeing

 

There he stood

In red and white

Jolly fat man all prepared

For his evening flight

 

“I've been waiting”

He chuckled with cheer

“I'm so glad

That your finally here.”

 

Walking me to his garage

He pulled out a harness

As he strapped it to me

He gave my face a loving caress

 

I was hitched in front

Of the dear Roudolf

Spreading my wings wide

With ease we took off

 

With my added power

Our earth was quickly flown

And I was taken to

Lands I've never known

 

When were done Santa said

“Do the honors for your wonderful flight”

And I roared, “Merry Chrismas to all

And to all a good night.”

 

© 2008 Kitsue


Author's Note

Kitsue
ignore grammer problems

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WTF????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? You didn't kill Santa? You didn't gut Rudolf??? WTF?????? AAGGGHHH BRITTANNNYYYY'SSS GONE CRAZY!!!

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ahh nice...a joyful poem to read! ;-)

Posted 17 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 23, 2008

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Kitsue
Kitsue

Tipton, CA



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16 yrs of age, not really all that special. I'm some what of a loner but I don't care. My motto is, "Even though you get thousands of opinions about how you should dress, how much you shoud weigh, and.. more..

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