Nick’s cabin of stone,in pines it hides, Autumn whispers through woods,as dusk abides. Heavy clouds loom,casting shadows deep, Where secrets of the forest quietly sleep.Leaves crisp and golden,peace and silence keep.
Nick
Nick’s Rosy Cheeks
Rosy cheeks buffeted by the blowing snow, Nick walked toward his waiting sleigh. Pulling his heavy jacket close about his face, he prepared for the evening’s journey. Undaunted by the coming weather, he brushed the snow off the cushioned seat and sat, ready saying aloud, “Fly my reindeer into the night. We have gifts to bring to all the world.” Then the sleigh leaped into the starry sky swiftly with purpose it rose until it merged with the twinkly stars.