1758 – Jolly-1

Welcome to Christmasworld, fat man!

Distant Season’s Greetings

No trees or lights or music.
No presents in a box.
All I can see surrounding me
are miles and miles of rocks.

No tiny team of reindeer.
No “Ho, Ho, Ho” or sleigh.
And that’s because old Santa Claus
lives far, so far away.

If I can catch a rocket,
then I’ll be leaving soon.
Until I do, I’m wishing you
glad tidings from the Moon.