2001I had an idea that eventually came through. It dealt with taking a trip through time and looking at Santa in the past and future, and then present. It came across like this...
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T’was the night before Christmas, and I had a plan. A trip through the ages, wouldn’t that be quite grand. I’d glimpse at the future and visit the past, This could make a nice Christmas Eve’s blast. My quest was decided, my mission now set, I could accomplish it all without breaking a sweat. I went to the bedroom and changed my clothes. I couldn’t go in slippers with fuzzy pink toes. And then to the basement, so happy with glee, To the lump in the corner that was bigger than me. I pulled back the sheet and took a quick gander, It still seemed all right, my temporal lander. Most thought it a prop from some old sci-fi movie, And still on the door was the painted word ‘groovy’. I jumped right inside, and back spun the dial, We’ll see where and when I will spend just a while. Now some of you purists might think I’m quite daft, As time machines only travel between future and past. But my lander has a geography scheme, So it goes to and fro just like in a dream. The lander stopped humming, my destination I was at. A very tiny village upon a plain that was flat. I was in the past, a jolly old place. And you should have seen the look on my face. I saw an old man going from house to house. He was using the chimneys, quiet as a mouse. I knew in an instant that it wasn’t a trick. I’d found the origin of one Old St. Nick. Yes, there he was with his bag full of toys, Making his rounds for the girls and the boys. It was great seeing the man who lives on forever. I just thought I’d been oh-so-clever. I again spun the dial and in time moved ahead, To a housing development with streets that were red. The buildings were strange, very hard to define. They looked futuristic except for one sign. They all had a chimney sticking out of each roof. I wanted to know why. I wanted some proof. I was in the future some 200 years, (This is when something bad usually appears.) The dreaded then came in a sudden surprise, When something passed over, something that flies. It landed on one roof, then the next and the next. This consistent display had me quite perplexed. The vehicle was a sleigh with mechanical deer, And a driver that whirred from mechanical gears. A thought came to mind and then filled the void. I knew who this was, it was Santa-Claus-Droid. At each house it landed, down the chimney it went, Then back up in a moment, with little time spent. The toys on the sleigh disappeared with some clatter. Beamed into the house by some dissembler of matter. When it had finished, off it did fly, That's when I let out my own little sigh. It went in a direction that could have been Nome, I knew then and there it was time to go home. My illusions had been shattered, beliefs thrown out of hand. This wasn’t part of the evening’s plan. I set all the dials for the fastest return. To insure the speed I kicked in afterburn. I arrived in my basement soon after I'd left, At time travel I was really becoming adept. When I got back upstairs, I was quite surprised. Under the tree were presents of all shapes and size. Santa had been here, of that I am sure. (And you haven’t much more of this story to endure.) As I crossed the room, my step made a crack, And when I looked down I was taken aback. When I saw what I’d stepped on, I knew I'd been foiled. It was a strange metal gear and a few drops of oil. A thought crossed my mind that I couldn’t avoid, I heard a faint voice saying, "Look sir, droids". One day we were fish, then monkeys, then men. What will we be in who knows when? And so I will leave you with one final rhyme, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good time after time after time... |
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2001 by Brian and Shirley Dean
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