SECOND PRIZE POEM.
SANTA CLAUS’S PLIGHT. One Christmas Eve, when Santa Claus War garbed in red and white, He set out with his reindeer, When it was far from light. “Up! Up! my friends!’* cried Santa Claus, “ And take me o’er the sea, Wliere all the little children Are sleeping peacefully. “ The toys are stacked in readiness, My sledge is packed quite full. We’ve yet six hours till daylight, So pull, my reindeer, pull! ’* Well, at last they reached a housetop, And, Santa Claus, quite gay, Stepped right into a chimney. But, oh!—he stuck half-way! And the reindeer grew quite anxious. They knew not what to do. One went off to the fairies, And left the other two. The fairies soon came bustling up, And in a twinkling, oh! The dear old man stood safe and sound, With ne’er a hurt to show. He hurriedly went on his way, When the fairies had dispersed. He’d plenty of work to do; ! For that he thought of first. When the early dawn was breaking, And all was bathed in light, He rode off home, did Santa, And soon was lost to sight!, (Original.) —lris Anderson, 56, Rochester Street, Linwood. 1! ===== = =====4
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18946, 17 December 1929, Page 11 (Supplement)
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199SECOND PRIZE POEM. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18946, 17 December 1929, Page 11 (Supplement)
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