Santa Adapts To Modern Times Poem by Heidi Streuber

Churchbells are ringing,
Choirs are singing:
"Have no fear, our saviour is here…"
Snow is falling soft and white,
It is a real Christmas night.
Stars are sparkling far away,
We wait for Santa in his sleigh.
The punch is steaming on the table;
TV shows an old film with Clarke Gable,
Our noses get red, our eyes start twinkling
And then there is the well-known jingling.
Here comes Santa, fat and old,
His eyebrows icy, his nose quite cold.
But not through the chimney,
The old-fashioned way.
No, along the narrow alleyway
We hear a puffing and snorting noise
And a: "Stand still! " In a harsh, commanding voice.
He parks his reindeer, opens the door,
And throws the presents on the floor.
"…go som'ere else…" we hear him say,
"...get r'dy b'fore Christmas Day.
Still stacks of …" is what he mumbles,
And then out of the door he stumbles,
Leaving behind a certain smell of a famous whisky -
The Reindeer Bell.