The Usual Santas


She was not the usual Santa

corpulent and whiskered

in baggy red pants 

and loose jacket

stretched to fit his belly.

No she was something special,

something out of the ordinary.


At first the reindeers were a little nonplussed

when her mini-skirted elves 

with green spiked hair

and bright red lippy

loaded presents

on to the very ordinary sleigh.

But they were impressed 

with the practicality 

of her red stripy leggings

as she climbed up

into the driving seat

and were happy 

to spread their wings

and fly through the stardust

at her command.


The presents were delivered as usual though

and this Santa enjoyed the mince pies and sherry

left out for her in every home.

Not everything had changed!


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