Jenny Dodge


Christmas Present

Santa Claus don’t live here anymore.
Rusty hinges on his kitchen door.
Notice on the mantelpiece,
“All deliveries will cease,
As from Christmas Eve…and that’s for sure.”

Santa’s hearth don’t blaze here anymore.
Arctic breezes chill each corridor,
Frozen pipes and icy loo,
Dried-up heaps of reindeer poo,
Scarlet outfit mould’ring in a drawer.

Santa Claus don’t work here anymore.
This is something none of us foresaw:
Idle benches, barren shelves,
Empty sacks, redundant elves,
Tinsel strewn around, like twinkly straw.

Santa don’t deliver anymore.
See his sleigh, jacked-up behind the door!
Reindeer tackle fills a sack,
Jingle bells hang from a rack,
Santa has decided to withdraw.

Santa’s shut up shop for evermore:
Superseded by a superstore.
Tear up your “Dear Santa” letter!
Santa’s heart’s not in it anymore.

Jenny Dodge was born in Cambridge, UK, and grew up in a village surrounded by wheat, barley and sugar beet. She is old enough to remember the GIs arriving and taking over the Elizabethan manor house as their head quarters. They installed central heating. She went to school in Cambridge and took an Honours degree in English at Bristol University, married a doctor, lived in the Nigerian bush, had three sons, moved to New Zealand, moved back to England and now lives in Warwick. Loves writing, but autobiography is not for her, so fill in the details for yourselves!