It was the holiday feeling where a Poet needed to write
From Poet to Poet, it was holiday greetings in being polite
A Poet writing sitting in a chair by the fireplace
As the Poet was at home, the snow started coming down
The feeling of Christmas was heard being the sound
While the Poet was at home, he didn’t worry because he was warm by the fireplace
Suddenly there were echoes of ranging bells
It was familiar being a Christmas Carol, and the Poet could tell
But what really surprised the Poet were his own words giving him holiday cheer being total inspiration
The Poet wrote many times, but being extra careful in not saying the wrong words
Even a little mouse sat and observed every word in the write on the Poet’s page
Both the Poet and the Mouse were amazed
But the snow outside got even heavier
In fact, it had become a snowstorm
So the Poet thought, “How would Santa travel through the storm?”
The Poet felt it was time to go to bed
The Lantern was turned off
Later the Poet felt into a deep sleep
Suddenly, Santa arrived and came down the chimney being his normal stride
But Santa’s Reindeer certainly had to hide
Santa left the Poet a special book, “Inspiring Poets in the Know”
Later, Santa took off and dashed away in the night
Well the Poet woke up Christmas morning and was surprised in seeing the book
Page after page, the Poet took a look
If you dream and believe enough comes with possibilities
Well the Poet appreciated the book
This was a Poet’s Holiday
Just like Rudolph, the Poet went down in history
Yet to others being false hopes, and to others no mystery
A Poet who writes today becomes words yonder ever after.