By Bree Sarandrea
Magical Reindeer,
They dance,
They prance,
They land on your rooftop,
With the softest of sounds.
Then they leave in an instant,
As fast as they had come.
On Dasher,
On Dancer,
On Prancer,
On Vixen,
On Comet,
On Cupid,
On Donner,
On Blitzen,
And lead the way Rudolph,
With your bright shiny nose.
And year after year that’s how it goes,
Atop the rooftop with a click and a clack,
Saint Nick arrives,
And is gone in a flash.
He is here one second,
Gone the next.
As those magical reindeer guide the way,
Pulling the great load of Santa’s sleigh.
As those reindeer fly around the earth,
The world awakes with joy all around,
For all the kindness Santa’s team spreads,
From town to town.
And that is the kindness
that Christmas gives,
The magic of Christmas,
The magic of the reindeer.
