R O B I N S - Robin McKenna's (G/gormley P.C.) Christmas cards

      R ight around this time of year,

      O thers celebrate with cheer,

      B ringing joy to one and all

       I n  the street and shopping mall,

      N ow it is the time to give,

      S aviour came, so we could live.

      R eindeer pulling on the sleigh

      O ver roofs, where children lay,

      B ringing gifts to brighten eyes

       I n the morning - big surprise,

      N intendo game, and even kite,

      S anta’s busy, overnight.

     R acing through the sky ’till dawn,

     O nce it’s morning, Santa’s gone,

     B ut the children’s eyes with glee,

      I nnocently, presents see,

     N ot a tear upon their face, 

     S leepy heads, to life, do race.

     R unning down the stairs to see

     O pulence of gifts, for ME? 

     B right and colourful wrapping there,

      I tems bought with love, to share,

     N ice of folk to think of me,

     S tockings hung upon the tree.

     R eindeer flying through the skies

     O bligating parents' cries

     B raving stormy weather, snow,

    ( I  n the northern 'sphere, you know)

     N othing will delay their path

     S oon home, for unwinding bath.

    R apidly the reindeer flies

    O 'er the darkened midnight skies

    B ut the JOY that they do bring

   ( I  can hear the sleighbells ring )

    N ever seen by mortal eye,

    S wiftly, do those creatures fly.