Santa At Paddy's Pub Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A snowflake tumbled from the sky
and landed in a reindeer's eye.
The reindeer was in lead position,
the navigator for their mission.

For just a second he did blink
and brought the sleigh close to the brink.
Though Santa was asleep between
the stops, their next was Aberdeen.

And within seconds came a blizzard
with so much snow, it takes a wizard
to find in blizzards your own way,
more so if pulling a big sleigh.

And so it happened they got lost
and covered by a sheet of frost
drove straight into the open door
of Paddy's Pub (with polished floor) .

Came to a halt right by the bar
when Paddy asked 'have you come far? '
and served them all the local ale
each reindeer drank from its own pail.

For Santa, though he had a treat
he served him Irish Whisky, neat.
And now and then, the door would swing
admitting one more dingeling.

Each time they saw a glimpse of snow
old Winter gave a dreadful show.
An Irish Pub that's owned by Paddy
has one good rule, there is one daddy

who calls the shots inside the Pub
because a Pub is like a hub.
So Paddy saw the snow kept falling
and that conditions were appalling,

he made the instant stipulation
that in this wintry situation
no one would leave the Pub again
and that applied to all the men.

Of course, there are no womanfolks
in Irish Pubs, where they tell jokes
thus it was easy to comply
while all the snow fell from the sky.

In March, at last, the weatherman
on Pay-TV (his name was Stan)
declared the blizzard truly over,
his information came from Dover.

Needless to say, the holidays
had faded in the blizzard's haze
and those of you from Aberdeen
please do not think St. Nick is mean.

As soon as Paddy says the word
the sleigh will rise just like a bird
and those of you who got no gifts
whose homes were buried by huge drifts,

there is a chance (that's what I hear)
that you'll be luckier next year.