There Really Are Reindeer
We lived in Phoenix Arizona in 1968. This event really happen! I wanted to keep the proof in a baggie, in the freezer, but my momma said, “No!”
There Really Are Reindeer
One Christmas morning, back in my youth—I remember it well
My brother told me a most wonderful tale.
It seems, Santa doesn’t always land his sleigh on the roof
If one of the reindeer has a sore on his hoof.
For outside in our yard—there in the grass, lay all the evidence.
I wouldn’t have believed it, but there were the hoof prints!
And most amazing of all—I’m telling the truth, a pile of poop.
Seems Santa had forgotten his scoop.
We rushed into the house to tell Mom–how excited we were
“There really are reindeer. Now, we know it for sure!”
