Rudolph's Year

Every year for work, I write a Christmas poem.  This is 2013's tale.  Ever wondered what Rudolph gets up to when not guiding Santa's sleigh? Well, wonder no longer...

Rudolph’s Year

By Nick Mellish

Rudolph the Reindeer (he with the bright nose)

Goes flying at Christmas, so everyone knows,

But what does he do when he’s not spreading cheer?

How does Rudolph spend the rest of the year?

In January, young Rudolph rests,

He sleeps right through the night,

His antlers droop, and his red nose

Refuses to glow as bright.

In February, he starts to wake,

And eats a lot of leaves

(For reindeer love to munch a lot

of foliage for their teas!)

In March, he trots down the road

And visits the library to look

at stories— hurray! And he takes away

a copy of his favourite book.

In April, young Rudolph plays all sorts of games,

Outside, in the snow on the ground.

He plays by himself, but it’s far more fun

when all of his friends are around!

In May, Rudolph paints! He puts on his apron

And gets all the glitter and glue,

And crayons and paint pots, but what shall he draw?

Young Rudolph does not have a clue!

In June, the sun starts to shine very warm,

And so Rudolph doesn’t think twice!

He goes to the garden and waters the plants

And munches the carrots: how nice!

In July, Rudolph fancies a swim

and knows just what he needs to take:

Some sunscreen and trunks and a nice, healthy lunch,

Before he splashes in the lake.

In August, it’s warm, but there’s been a storm!

There are puddles all over the ground.

He splashes and kicks all the water about,

And watches the rain splash around.

In September, Rudolph goes for a dance,

For reindeer think dancing is fun.

He jiggles his middle and waggles his toes,

And wiggles his head and his bum!

In October, Rudolph decides to make cake,

He plops all his need in a bowl,

He stirs it up and puts it into the oven,

And gobbles it up when it’s cold.

In November, Rudolph puts on his warm hat,

To look at fireworks in the park.

He ‘coo!’s when they bang and he ‘awww!’s when they whizz,

As they light up the sky in the dark.

Then it’s December: it’s Christmas again,

And Rudolph whizzes through the sky.

Maybe look up when it’s next Christmas Eve:

Can you spot him as he flies?

His nose will glow red and you’ll see him whoosh past,

And you will see Santa Claus, too,

And Rudolph will cry, “Merry Christmas to me!

And a Merry Christmas to you!”


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