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!”
Phyllis A. Still 