Letter: Santa poem update

Letter: Santa poem update

What does global warming mean to Santa?

Away up north, so it’s been said, lived a little fat man all dressed in red.

Santa was outside his workshop checking out his Christmas sled.

Santa listened intently to the northern weather report as his soft blue eyes shed a tear, climate change is something to fear!

Santa looked high beyond the skies asking God if he realized, life on earth was jeopardized?

God replied with the sound of thunder, over the years I have done my best, sadly mankind has failed the test.

Santa even children are in distress, I can’t imagine what will happen next, as my creation has been turned into a total mess.

Perhaps it’s time to trade my Santa suit, he said with a frown, as global warming is melting my town?

Retiring the elves, Rudolph and team. closing the workshop is like a bad dream that brought on more tears to Santa’s blue eyes and wrinkled face. making him wonder what happened to the human race?

Rudolph and his faithful team may be the only answer for a tough delivery on Christmas Eve, but even so, his beloved crew is ready to go, they aren’t quite ready for a final ho-ho!

Tom Isherwood

Olalla