Dear Tristan

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I heard you wishing very hard
I always try to please!
I hurried back to my workshop
And got down on my knees!

My workshop elves were all asleep
They’d finished all their chores!
But when I hollered “hey! wake up!”
I silenced all the snores!

My elves jumped straight up out of bed!
They said “What do you need?”
I told them I had heard your wish
And they went to work with speed!

Two tires here; handle bars there!
A handbreak but no horn!
And right before my eyes, my friend
A bicycle was born!

The bike was finished! Shiny new!
I looked at it real close.
And just as I was packing it
I felt a wet, cold nose!

I turned around and jumped for joy!
The wet cold nose was RED!
Rudolph smiled and bucked and reared-
“It’s not done!” he said.

“Why not?” I said- “Looks done to me!”
and watched as the elves gathered ‘round
And listening to them really close
I heard a magic sound!

The elves were singing The Magic Song!
And circling ‘round the room.
They stomped their feet and waved their hands
And then I heard a “Boom!”

They’d sprinkled Magic Dust, you see
All ‘round and ‘round your bike!
And they did something special here
Something I think you’ll like!

Rudolph touched it with his nose
The red paint glowed and glowed!
He wanted you to see your bike
Even if it snowed!

When you get going really fast
Be careful when you try
to jump your brother’s ramps because
This red bike just might fly!

That Magic Dust is wild stuff
You never really know
Exactly what it will do next
So go a little slow!

I hear that you’ve been pretty good
So I wanted to give you
The thing you wished the hardest for!
Your wishing has come true!

I have to go now, Little One!
I have other jobs to do!
But Merry Christmas, Tristan Boy!
And Happy New Year’s, too!”

Love,

SANTA CLAUS

December 24, 2003

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LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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