A Dry Christmas

• Carel Eraly, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Fire ablaze on Santa's entrance,
I sat on the window pane.
Spied did I, the sea of crystal,
Beyond the eye like wall.
I gazed at the bed of white,
Lined with men of snow.
So calm did they guard me,
And my icicle ivory tower from shadow.
But my proud Stratus that veiled my abode,
Crumbled and failed me, a crimson catastrophe invader.
It sailed the air with amazing speed on webbed wings and armour.
Inextinguishable flames it spat on my guards, which soon bathed my screaming entire.
The landing plane defibrillated me awake,
The seat that tied me down tremoured to a still.
A voice announced “We have left London, and arrived in Australia...”
Merry snowless and an awful Christmas; my thoughts exactly.