The h2g2 Christmas Poem 2
Created | Updated Dec 22, 2005
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The Post
Christmas Poetry Competition
2005
The Song of The Last Robin Redbreast by luckyLlarregub
Snow white Christmas softly settling
on the far-off forest of fir trees
and the lonely song of the last robin
redbreast ...
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Listen my child!
You may hear the silent footfall
of the reindeer
and the gentle shake of bells
in the falling snow
when you drift to sleep.
On a snow-covered moonlit rooftop
in John O'Groats
the jolly red man is already stuck
in a chimney
with a sackful of mobile phones
with jingle-bell call tones
and a 12-speed bicycle
with a Brooks saddle
stamped
made in England.
Santa comes in answer to a million prayers
letters
e-mails and faxes
sent to his cosy brandysnap log-fire house
conveniently situated
somewhere
up there
in the icicled arctic circle.
Up there, even now, tireless overworked elves
with tiny wooden hammers
and fretsaws
are working away;
building wooden train sets
and pencil boxes
that nobody wants
anymore.
Listen my child!
The last robin
is singing his final song.
