The icy ride
Ironically he fights his way through ice and snow,
Every bone hurts him
With stiff fingers he grasps the reins,
On both sides of the chariot wings,
The team pulls him through the icy night,
so that he can get through the winter.
A gust of wind wants to blow it down
In this weather he must go
Ice crystals adorn the edges
Of sledges and robes.
Clouds black as night
Brought this weather upon him.
Dangerously close the lightning rushes
And little whirls roar on the sides,
Nothing will stop or hold him
To do his job.
Another frost wind comes towards him,
Wants to sweep him off his sled
After several hours, it seems to him
He finally sees the first goal.
The sled stops
In a hostile world.
After much toil he arrived
The tired Santa Claus.
one may consider
The chimney was the first tonight
Then what this man went through...
Originally posted on 2017-12-09 16:11:00.