Flight of the Fat Man Missile

A keen eye high above, through the sleet the snow
      Steady bright twinkling and ready

The sleek craft a shaft of red, cut the cloud the night
      Fast efficient spotless gone in a blast

No machine this in the mist here, missing the engine the jet
       Sleek elegant old yet not meek

The reigns in hand the man smiles, in the cold the damp
      Fat laughing joy in a jolly hat

Each house in like a mouse, past the parents the kids
      Goodies gifts toys left for cookies

Chimneys his freeway this day, through the flue the stack
      Silent speedy presents where he went

All through the night ‘till light, of the morning the day
      Hurry rush finish the scurry

Away again fast at last, for the day the year
      None left over work now done

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I was challenged to write a ‘happy’ poem for Christmas. Santa’s sleigh was often referred to as ‘The Fat Man Missile’ in my family. I’ll be lifting a glass to hopes of peace, and I hope everyone, of whatever faith or culture, can simply enjoy the love of their family.
wD