The Reindeer

Author: Jay Neilson

I couldn’t get to sleep
each night on Christmas eve
I’d go to bed when I was told
like every year before
goodnight and close the door
I could barely keep my eyes held shut for
Seconds at a time
All the time imagining

The reindeer on the roof
were gonna fall right through
and what was I to do
Cause one Christmas they’d wake up
and I’d be gone

Our house just seemed so old
it’s not though, I was told
they’d tell me not to worry
and to go right back to bed
“just count some sheep instead,
you’ll be just fine”
but every sound I heard was certain doom
stiff with fear inside my room

So now, I’m fully grown
with children of my own
And Christmas eve they’re off to sleep
I tuck them in to bed
And pat them on the head
And right before I leave the room
I say without a doubt
It’s bound to happen, please watch out,

The reindeer on the roof
They might just fall right through
It may prove to be true
And one Christmas you’ll wake up…and I’ll be gone.