"nogs" poems
Have you ever sat and wondered
On a frosty winters night
Do Santa and his reindeer
Practice for their flight
I've often thought of this myself
After one too many nogs
I'll stare into the winter sky
While I'm out walking with my dogs
A shooting star, a flying sleigh
A light of shiny red
Is it Rudolph that I see?
Or is it in my head?
Look off in the distance
Past the gentle child lights
And think, is that one Santa Claus?
Is he in the sky....tonight?
You never know just what you see
It's magic after all
Am I looking at a reindeer light
From down here on this great ball
Watch the stars this Christmas
Through the stars and falling snow
You may just see old Santa
But in truth, you'll never know
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC