"Tell me," asked the young reindeer,
"Daddy, tell me why it's so
That Christmas comes but once a year,
I'd really like to know.
Although I'm not a year old yet,
They tell me that it's grand.
Why can't Christmas be every day?
I just don't understand!"
"I'm glad you asked," said Rudolph,
"Since I'm leader of the sleigh,
I've spent many a Christmas
Guiding Santa on his way.
And when you're old enough
I hope to hand this job to you,
And so, all things considered, son,
I guess it's time you knew.
"This job is complicated,
It's not one of trial and error:
A year of days just laying-back,
Then one night of sheer terror!
We gotta haul that Fat Man
And his giant toy-filled sack
Around the world in one quick night,
And then we haul him back!
"And if you think the load's too much,
Then think twice! Get a grip!
Just add the milk and cookies
That he wolfs down every trip!
So, if Christmas were every day,
We'd not get any rest!
Remembering what goes to whom
Would prove a dismal test...
"Did Johnny want that video game?
No, he wants one that's faster!
Did Suzy want this dolly? No?
Oh, my! What a disaster!
And me, without the rest I need,
I couldn't keep things straight ~
I'd flub-up where the good kids live,
As we go state-to-state.
"We'd be pooped-out! We'd fly too low,
And hit the tops of trees!
We'd go so slow that ice would coat
Our antlers till we'd freeze!
Poor Santa's brain would soon become
So discombobulated!
He'd get our names so mixed-up
That we'd all be addlepated!"
"On, Compid! No, that's Cupet!
Steady, boys! No, I mean Vixer!
On, Dancen!...Make that Prancen!
No, dadburnit! I mean Blitzer!
To the summit of that mountain there!
Oh, no! Wait! That's a wall!
{{{KA-POW! KA-BANG! KA-FLOOEY!}}}
Sorry, boys! That's quite a fall!"
"So, son, you see, the job alone
Would stress us till we die!
And then our poor dead bodies
Would fill-up the night-time sky!
Then there'd be all those road-signs
And those billboards we hear of:
'Watch out for falling reindeer!'
As we splat folks from above!
"Then folks would all curse Santa,
And all reindeer they would fear!
So, that's why I have made this rule:
One Christmas Day per year!"
~~~~~~~~
So, folks, next time you hear a child yell,
"Wow! It's Christmas Day!"
And how he wishes it would last,
If he just had his way...
Then please repeat this tale to him:
"Rudolph's Awesome Yule-Rule."
Then, dude, high-five and walk away ~
I'll bet he answers "C-O-O-OL!"
My vote is to have Christmas traditions all year round. You see at
Christmas time most people at least the ones I have met, always change just a
little for the better around Christmas. I do not know whether or not it is the
great yuletide Christmas carols, the festive atmosphere everywhere you go, or just some
hidden part in all of us that screams out, ( I BELIEVE IN MORE THAN WHAT I SEE AROUND ME. ) You see, somewhere deep down inside we all
believe in something better than we now have or see, and most of
us feel a lot better when we help someone. Whether the person is
in need or not, this feeling is what I call the feeling of
Christmas, and we all should strive to feel this way all year long.
Christmas 2011 is on December 25th and is the first Christmas of a new decade. The feeling of the Christmas holidays is truly all about family, friends and celebrating all things good.
"TREAT ALL OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM TREAT YOU"
"Merry Christmas"
Enhance your Christmas, with Christmas poems
and stories highlighted with your favorite Christmas carols.
Christmas traditions are fast becoming a family way of life.
Poems are a simple way of inspiring others to join in on the Christmas
traditions that love and poems can bring to this Christmas holiday.
Christmas Traditions of Joy,
both big and small
so precious from the start,
are moments to recall
and treasure in the heart.
My vote is to have Christmas traditions all year round. You see at
Christmas time most people at least the ones I have met, always change just a
little for the better around Christmas. I do not know whether or not it is the
great yuletide Christmas carols, the festive atmosphere everywhere you go, or just some
hidden part in all of us that screams out,
"On, Compid! No, that's Cupet!