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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37888" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Goody Santa Claus on a Sleigh Ride</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Santa, must I tease in vain, Deer? Let me go and hold the reindeer,<br>While you clamber down the chimneys. Don't look savage as a Turk!<br>Why should you have all the glory of the joyous Christmas story,<br>And poor little Goody Santa Claus have nothing but the work?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It would be so very cozy, you and I, all round and rosy,<br>Looking like two loving snowballs in our fuzzy Arctic furs,<br>Tucked in warm and snug together, whisking through the winter weather<br>Where the tinkle of the sleigh-bells is the only sound that stirs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You just sit here and grow chubby off the goodies in my cubby<br>From December to December, till your white beard sweeps your knees;<br>For you must allow, my Goodman, that you're but a lazy woodman<br>And rely on me to foster all our fruitful Christmas trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While your Saintship waxes holy, year by year, and roly-poly,<br>Blessed by all the lads and lassies in the limits of the land,<br>While your toes at home you're toasting, then poor Goody must go posting<br>Out to plant and prune and garner, where our fir-tree forests stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! but when the toil is sorest how I love our fir-tree forest,<br>Heart of light and heart of beauty in the Northland cold and dim,<br>All with gifts and candles laden to delight a boy or maiden,<br>And its dark-green branches ever murmuring the Christmas hymn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet ask young Jack Frost, our neighbor, who but Goody has the labor,<br>Feeding roots with milk and honey that the bonbons may be sweet!<br>Who but Goody knows the reason why the playthings bloom in season<br>And the ripened toys and trinkets rattle gaily to her feet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the time the dollies budded, wiry-boned and saw-dust blooded,<br>With their waxen eyelids winking when the wind the tree-tops plied,<br>Have I rested for a minute, until now your pack has in it<br>All the bright, abundant harvest of the merry Christmastide?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Santa, wouldn't it be pleasant to surprise me with a present?<br>And this ride behind the reindeer is the boon your Goody begs;<br>Think how hard my extra work is, tending the Thanksgiving turkeys<br>And our flocks of rainbow chickens — those that lay the Easter eggs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Home to womankind is suited? Nonsense, Goodman! Let our fruited<br>Orchards answer for the value of a woman out-of-doors.<br>Why then bid me chase the thunder, while the roof you're safely under,<br>All to fashion fire-crackers with the lighting in their cores?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See! I've fetched my snow-flake bonnet, with the sunrise ribbons on it;<br>I've not worn it since we fled from Fairyland our wedding day;<br>How we sped through iceberg porches with the Northern Lights for torches!<br>You were young and slender, Santa, and we had this very sleigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jump in quick then? That's my bonny. Hey down derry! Nonny nonny!<br>While I tie your fur cap closer, I will kiss your ruddy chin.<br>I'm so pleased I fall to singing, just as sleigh-bells take to ringing!<br>Are the cloud-spun lap-robes ready? Tirra-lirra! Tuck me in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Off across the starlight Norland, where no plant adorns the moorland<br>Save the ruby-berried holly and the frolic mistletoe!<br>Oh, but this is Christmas revel! Off across the frosted level<br>Where the reindeers' hoofs strike sparkles from the crispy, crackling snow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's the Man i' the Moon before us, bound to lead the Christmas chorus<br>With the music of the sky-waves rippling round his silver shell —<br>Glimmering boat that leans and tarries with the weight of dreams she carries<br>To the cots of happy children. Gentle sailor, steer her well!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now we pass through dusky portals to the drowsy land of mortals;<br>Snow-enfolded, silent cities stretch about us dim and far.<br>Oh! how sound the world is sleeping, midnight watch no shepherd keeping,<br>Though an angel-face shines gladly down from every golden star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here's a roof. I'll hold the reindeer. I suppose this weather-vane, Dear,<br>Some one set here just on purpose for our teams to fasten to.<br>There's its gilded cock, — the gaby! — wants to crow and tell the baby<br>We are come. Be careful, Santa! Don't get smothered in the flue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back so soon? No chimney-swallow dives but where his mate can follow.<br>Bend your cold ear, Sweetheart Santa, down to catch my whisper faint:<br>Would it be so very shocking if your Goody filled a stocking<br>Just for once? Oh, dear! Forgive me. Frowns do not become a Saint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will peep in at the skylights, where the moon sheds tender twilights<br>Equally down silken chambers and down attics bare and bleak.<br>Let me show with hailstone candies these two dreaming boys — the dandies<br>In their frilled and fluted nighties, rosy cheek to rosy cheek!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What! No gift for this poor garret? Take a sunset sash and wear it<br>O'er the rags, my pale-faced lassie, till thy father smiles again.<br>He's a poet, but — oh, cruel! he has neither light nor fuel.<br>Here's a fallen star to write by, and a music-box of rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So our sprightly reindeer clamber, with their fairy sleigh of amber,<br>On from roof to roof , the woven shades of night about us drawn.<br>On from roof to roof we twinkle, all the silver bells a-tinkle,<br>Till blooms in yonder blessèd East the rose of Christmas dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the pack is fairly rifled, and poor Santa's well-nigh stifled;<br>Yet you would not let your Goody fill a single baby-sock;<br>Yes, I know the task takes brain, Dear. I can only hold the reindeer,<br>And so see me climb down chimney — it would give your nerves a shock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wait! There's yet a tiny fellow, smiling lips and curls so yellow<br>You would think a truant sunbeam played in them all night. He spins<br>Giant tops, a flies kites higher than the gold cathedral spire<br>In his creams — the orphan bairnie, trustful little Tatterkins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Santa, don't pass by the urchin! Shake the pack, and deeply search in<br>All your pockets. There is always one toy more. I told you so.<br>Up again? Why, what's the trouble? On your eyelash winks the bubble<br>Mortals call a tear, I fancy. Holes in stocking, heel and toe?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Goodman, though your speech is crusty now and then there's nothing rusty<br>In your heart. A child's least sorrow makes your wet eyes glisten, too;<br>But I'll mend that sock so nearly it shall hold your gifts completely.<br>Take the reins and let me show you what a woman's wit can do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Puff! I'm up again, my Deary, flushed a bit and somewhat weary,<br>With my wedding snow-flake bonnet worse for many a sooty knock;<br>But be glad you let me wheedle, since, an icicle for needle,<br>Threaded with the last pale moonbeam, I have darned the laddie's sock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I tucked a paint-box in it ('twas no easy task to win it<br>From the Artist of the Autumn Leaves) and frost-fruits white and sweet,<br>With the toys your pocket misses — oh! and kisses upon kisses<br>To cherish safe from evil paths the motherless small feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chirrup! chirrup! There's a patter of soft footsteps and a clatter<br>Of child voices. Speed it, reindeer, up the sparkling Arctic Hill!<br>Merry Christmas, little people! Joy-bells ring in every steeple,<br>And Goody's gladdest of the glad. I've had my own sweet will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a><div class=q>
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