Max - our Little Reindeer

 

 

'Twas the day of our fake Spanish Christmas,

And all through the house,

Not a sound from the masses,

Not even a mouse.

 

We are all settled in after breakfast,

When growling we heard,

Thinking our breathes would be our last,

We looked towards what we heard.

 

Opening our eyes preparing for doom,

A black little reindeer,

Sitting in our living room,

Growling not of anger but to fill us with cheer.

 

Merry Christmas he barked,

As his little tail wagged,

Though his hair is dark,

With his love, our hearts were tagged.

 

 

Merry Christmas from Max, our little Reindeer.