Post by mfmurphy22 on Feb 25, 2003 13:43:51 GMT -5
Vixen Needs Fixing
One frosty Christmas Eve not so long ago,
In the town of Winter's Lake, blustery winds began to blow.
And the snow swirled in the sky as it fell on the land below
Where Santa's sleigh lay idle atop the home of Wendy Willow.
"Our final stop, team!" Santa shouted to his tired but trusty reindeer.
"And not a moment too soon, as this weather worsens, I fear."
Then as the jolly fellow reached for his bag of cheer,
An excited Blitzen shouted, "Hurry Santa! Come here!"
Santa jumped from his sled and scurried to the pack
Where he found the young Vixen shivering, lying
on her back.
"She slipped on that patch of ice and dropped just like a sack,"
Explained a weeping Dancer, her voice beginning to crack.
"I'll check the house," said Santa, "for a bandage for her knee,
And I'll leave a note explaining our accident to the Willow family.
Surely they'll understand when they realize the urgency.
After all young Vixen and little Wendy are the same age - only three."
"I'll put you in my sled wee doe, so you can rest and sleep,"
Santa explained to Vixen who was trying not to weep.
As he left the sled he worried, "This snow's sure getting deep."
Then he swooshed down the Willow's chimney without the slightest peep.
At the bottom of the chimney Santa landed with a crash,
And soot blew through the air, covering the mantle in ash.
After making sure the coast was clear, Santa dusted off his sash,
And he reached up the chimney for his sack of gifts and opened it in a flash.
Santa carefully arranged the child's presents, taking his time along the way
And he even assembled her toys, so when she awakened she could play,
Because good children deserve the best, as Santa was known to say.
And Wendy Willow was good not sometimes, but always, every day.
When the last gift was assembled, Santa stopped to stare
At a letter from Wendy Willow that was lying on a chair
Telling him to eat the cookies that were also waiting there
Which were made in the shape of a snowman, a snowflake and a bear.
"T'was a long and cold night, but it's the best one of the year,"
Santa thought to himself while brushing cookie crumbs from his beard.
"But before I journey back, I have one more mission here,
To find a blanket and bandage for my hurt little reindeer."
Santa hesitated for a second after an ornament fell from the tree.
And when the coast was clear, he climbed the stairs, as quiet as can be,
He made his way to a closet where he was hoping to see,
A blanket to keep Vixen warm and a bandage for her knee.
He found an old fluffy quilt that he though would do the trick,
Of keeping Vixen sheltered, for he knew she was quite sick.
Santa looked a little further and found a bandage rather thick,
And he slowly closed the closet door and locked it with a click.
Santa wrapped the items together and placed them in his sack
And he headed back to the chimney to rejoin the waiting pack.
"Are you okay Mr. Claus," A voice rang out from behind Santa's back,
"Are you still hungry? Or maybe thirsty? Did you ever find your snack?"
He knew it was Wendy Willow because her voice was so mild,
And he turned toward the girl who stood there quite beguiled.
Santa took off his hat, winked his eye and then smiled,
"Hello dear Wendy Willow, how are you my child?"
Then Santa explained the story about his baby reindeer Vixen,
He told her how she fell and how her knee needed fixing.
"We can still make it to the Pole, once the north wind kicks in,
And with the help of these few items," Santa explained with a grin.
"What blanket did you take Santa? Are you sure it's okay?"
We have plenty to offer. Follow me this way."
She gave him a wool blanket of blue, red, and gray.
As well as some ear muffs, a scarf and some hay.
"Thank you dear Wendy, I really must say
You showed me great kindness and helped save the day.
I will never forget what you did for Vixen today,
And I will be sure to thank you sometime, in some special way."
"That's okay Santa, I'd always help you,
Because you are my hero in everything you do.
These are gifts from me to you - and for Vixen too,
I just hope she is okay, once your journey is through."
Then Santa tucked the girl safely back in her bed,
And he patted her gently on top of her head.
Before she fell asleep, Wendy turned to him and said,
"Thank you dear Santa Claus, you're even nicer than I read."
The Willows awoke in the morning and Wendy filled them in,
On Santa's great dilemma and the accident with Vixen.
"Sure we believe you," said Mr. Willow, scratching at his chin,
When he saw the letter on the table, next to the kitchen.
"Mr. And Mrs. Willow," it read, "I just want to say,
Be proud of your daughter, she really saved the day.
She is a very kind girl and helped me on my way.
Merry Christmas, Santa. - P.S.: Tell Wendy Vixen is okay."
By Michael Francis Murphy
One frosty Christmas Eve not so long ago,
In the town of Winter's Lake, blustery winds began to blow.
And the snow swirled in the sky as it fell on the land below
Where Santa's sleigh lay idle atop the home of Wendy Willow.
"Our final stop, team!" Santa shouted to his tired but trusty reindeer.
"And not a moment too soon, as this weather worsens, I fear."
Then as the jolly fellow reached for his bag of cheer,
An excited Blitzen shouted, "Hurry Santa! Come here!"
Santa jumped from his sled and scurried to the pack
Where he found the young Vixen shivering, lying
on her back."She slipped on that patch of ice and dropped just like a sack,"
Explained a weeping Dancer, her voice beginning to crack.
"I'll check the house," said Santa, "for a bandage for her knee,
And I'll leave a note explaining our accident to the Willow family.
Surely they'll understand when they realize the urgency.
After all young Vixen and little Wendy are the same age - only three."
"I'll put you in my sled wee doe, so you can rest and sleep,"
Santa explained to Vixen who was trying not to weep.
As he left the sled he worried, "This snow's sure getting deep."
Then he swooshed down the Willow's chimney without the slightest peep.
At the bottom of the chimney Santa landed with a crash,
And soot blew through the air, covering the mantle in ash.
After making sure the coast was clear, Santa dusted off his sash,
And he reached up the chimney for his sack of gifts and opened it in a flash.
Santa carefully arranged the child's presents, taking his time along the way
And he even assembled her toys, so when she awakened she could play,
Because good children deserve the best, as Santa was known to say.
And Wendy Willow was good not sometimes, but always, every day.
When the last gift was assembled, Santa stopped to stare
At a letter from Wendy Willow that was lying on a chair
Telling him to eat the cookies that were also waiting there
Which were made in the shape of a snowman, a snowflake and a bear.
"T'was a long and cold night, but it's the best one of the year,"
Santa thought to himself while brushing cookie crumbs from his beard.
"But before I journey back, I have one more mission here,
To find a blanket and bandage for my hurt little reindeer."
Santa hesitated for a second after an ornament fell from the tree.
And when the coast was clear, he climbed the stairs, as quiet as can be,
He made his way to a closet where he was hoping to see,
A blanket to keep Vixen warm and a bandage for her knee.
He found an old fluffy quilt that he though would do the trick,
Of keeping Vixen sheltered, for he knew she was quite sick.
Santa looked a little further and found a bandage rather thick,
And he slowly closed the closet door and locked it with a click.
Santa wrapped the items together and placed them in his sack
And he headed back to the chimney to rejoin the waiting pack.
"Are you okay Mr. Claus," A voice rang out from behind Santa's back,
"Are you still hungry? Or maybe thirsty? Did you ever find your snack?"
He knew it was Wendy Willow because her voice was so mild,
And he turned toward the girl who stood there quite beguiled.
Santa took off his hat, winked his eye and then smiled,
"Hello dear Wendy Willow, how are you my child?"
Then Santa explained the story about his baby reindeer Vixen,
He told her how she fell and how her knee needed fixing.
"We can still make it to the Pole, once the north wind kicks in,
And with the help of these few items," Santa explained with a grin.
"What blanket did you take Santa? Are you sure it's okay?"
We have plenty to offer. Follow me this way."
She gave him a wool blanket of blue, red, and gray.
As well as some ear muffs, a scarf and some hay.
"Thank you dear Wendy, I really must say
You showed me great kindness and helped save the day.
I will never forget what you did for Vixen today,
And I will be sure to thank you sometime, in some special way."
"That's okay Santa, I'd always help you,
Because you are my hero in everything you do.
These are gifts from me to you - and for Vixen too,
I just hope she is okay, once your journey is through."
Then Santa tucked the girl safely back in her bed,
And he patted her gently on top of her head.
Before she fell asleep, Wendy turned to him and said,
"Thank you dear Santa Claus, you're even nicer than I read."
The Willows awoke in the morning and Wendy filled them in,
On Santa's great dilemma and the accident with Vixen.
"Sure we believe you," said Mr. Willow, scratching at his chin,
When he saw the letter on the table, next to the kitchen.
"Mr. And Mrs. Willow," it read, "I just want to say,
Be proud of your daughter, she really saved the day.
She is a very kind girl and helped me on my way.
Merry Christmas, Santa. - P.S.: Tell Wendy Vixen is okay."
By Michael Francis Murphy
