Christmas Honey

This poem provided by B. Sitko
Christmas Honey

He put on his coat

And packed up his sleigh,

He started to think of a house on his way.

He chuckled and laughed

And flew off in the night

Up Over the Rockies to the Front Range below

And a small little house that stood all aglow.

No cookies or milk

Were laid out for his plight

But a big jar of honey; a Minnesota delight!

Now the jolly old man

Slipped outback in the night

And found the three beehives tucked out of sight.

He threw up his hands

And whispered a prayer

That blessed all the bees

And all those who care.

Then he grabbed up his honey

And flew out of sight

Declaring Merry Christmas to all

Beekeepers tonight.