Silly Sally Sue awakened with a grin.
Christmas Eve was finally here, the fun could now begin.
“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells”, she began to sing.
“Ding a ling, Ding a ling; hear those sleigh bells ring.”
Sally Sue loved Christmas; it was her favorite time of year.
The lights, the trees, the presents all that holiday cheer.
But this year would be different; this year would be the best.
Sally Sue knew this Christmas would be better than the rest.
For in her letter written to jolly Santa Clause.
She’d asked to visit the North Pole, to visit just because.
“I have a few ideas; I’d like to share with you,
just a few suggestions, a thought, just one or two.
So if you’d kindly pause in my neighborhood.
I’d be waiting Santa Clause; I promise I’ve been good.”
All day long she waited, would he grant her wish?
Would he stop and take her to see that grand old list?
The list of boys and girls, some naughty and some nice.
Or maybe to see Frosty, that man of snow and ice.
And finally in the distance she heard a silver bell.
Her smile turned up jauntily, her heart began to swell.
Santa Clause was here, he’d come just as she asked!
She hurried out to meet him, “He’s here, he’s here at last!”
Santa Stepped down from his sleigh, And Sally took his hand.
It’s really nice to meet you sir, I’m your biggest fan.
She shook his hand up and down, a smile on her face.
And now that we’ve been introduced, let’s go see your place
Santa chuckled merrily, and pointed to his sleigh.
Ok, he said but I’ve got gifts to drop along the way.
Into the night they flew along, such a sight to see.
Sally sue and Santa Claus laughing merrily.
Sally Sue held the reigns, steering with her toes.
While Santa laughed heartily a swelling “HO HO HO”
From rooftop to chimney, and then back again.
They delivered toys till all were gone and then.
Santa turned the sleigh, toward the northern sky.
“Come on boys” he called, “it’s time for us to fly.
Our work is done lets go home, and start our work anew.
Or next Christmas will be here before our work is through.”
And when the sleigh had landed, in the powdered snow,
Outside of Santa’s workshop, the world was all aglow.
The lights on every window twinkled green and red.
And On every table top, a golden cloth was spread.
Amid the sound of laughter and tiny hammers too;
she could hear the sound of a jolly holiday tune.
“It is beautiful Santa Clause, I really can’t believe.
It’s everything, dear Santa Claus that I ever dreamed.”
Santa took her in his arms and squeezed her oh so tight.
I’m glad that this has been for you, a wonderful, magical night.
He led her to his study, where hot cocoa sat;
removed his belt, his red coat and his velvet hat.
And now we must discuss the letter that you wrote.
It really was quite different from the usual Christmas note.
Tell me about these changes, Little Sally Sue.
I’d really like to hear all of them from you.
Sally reached into the pocket of her coat.
And quickly she pulled out a crumpled little note.
“I thought maybe Rudolph could the give the others a turn.
Perhaps Donder and Blitzen could lead on your return?
I know you have a list of the naughty and nice.
I know that you are careful and always check it twice.
Children try every day to be really good,
but sometimes talk with their mouth full of half chewed food.
Sometimes when they clean their room;
they shove their clothes under the bed with a broom.
They’ve got other things to do, things they must explore.
And sometimes they forget to clean up the floor.
But children are not naughty, not really don’t you see.
They are all quite good, that’s what I believe.
No one should be left out; especially Christmas day.
Why should any child be sad when others are so gay?
Santa leaned toward Sally, “Yes you are quite right!”
No child will be left out come next Christmas night.
And now it’s time to get you home and into bed.
Dancer and I will get you there, safely in the sled.
And off they flew for one last flight,
into the starry Northern sky.
And when they reached Sally’s roof,
Santa carried her gently into her room.
He leaned and kissed her sleeping head,
and softly tucked her into bed.
Thank you Sally for your kindness. I know that it is true;
the spirit of Christmas is still alive in children like you.
THE END