THE SONIC BOOMER
’Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was worried.
He paced and he moaned, even while he was hurried.
“Get into the sleigh, man! It’s time to head out!”
the elves and the Mrs. all started to shout.
But Santa had heard of bad weather in Flor’da,
And wasn’t so sure about crossing the borda,
From Georgia or e’en coming in from the coast,
It was Flor’da, this trip, that he feared the most.
Tornadoes were the things giving him pause,
“Can’t trust a twister,” he told Mrs. Claus.
(He’d seen pics of a car that was flipped on its hood,
And questioned the safety of that neighborhood.)
“But the kids there were good… they deserve to get toys,”
Santa mumbled aloud about those girls and boys.
“You’ve got to get going!” the elves looked at the clock.
“If you don’t leave right now, you will miss Little Rock!”
“I know it. I know,” Santa started to pray.
And he put one big boot on the edge of the sleigh.
The elves gave a shove and the Big Man was on,
The reindeer took off — Christmas Eve had begun.
Europe got toys and so did Sudan,
Peru, Cuba, Iceland and bits of Iran.
Santa did Spain, including Granada,
And tried not to think of a Flor’da tornada.
“’Twas just a weird fluke,” he told himself brightly.
“Unusual weather, not now and not nightly.”
He entered our state with his teeth tightly gritted,
He’d faced storms before, and he’d never quit(ted).
Wellington loomed and Royal Palm Beach, too,
Loxahatchee was next and The Acreage… Wooh!
“I can do this,” he said, with a brave little smile,
“I can do this thing, typically, mile after mile.”
So he landed on rooftops (some had their tiles missing),
Told the reindeer to stand firm (No whining & hissing!)
He slid down the chimneys way out to Belle Glade.
His sleigh was now empty, and Christmas was saved!
To his team gave a whistle (they took to the air),
Headed back to the North Pole, with Mrs. Claus there.
“I’m so proud of you, honey,” she said with a grin,
“You faced all your fears and you headed right in.”
“What fears?” Santa blustered. “I was cool as a cuke!”
Mrs. Claus didn’t argue. She didn’t rebuke.
She just gave him Tums (for his tummy, you see.
You can’t gorge on cookies. It’s not meant to be.)
And the minute he felt good, he fell fast asleep.
And the reindeer did, too, with nary a peep.
They dreamed of tornadoes, deep snow and wild rain,
They all felt like heroes — they’d do it again!
Yes, for hundreds of years, Santa’s brought in the fun,
Through all kinds of weather, he gets the job done.
He solves ev’ry problem; surmounts all the barriers,
He reminds me of someone — oh, yes! Letter carriers!
Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year from your friends here at the Town-Crier.
