In morning light
Did Santa hit the eggnog? ’Cause he’s plastered on the lawn;
The snowman dreamt of sunny beach; he, too, is flat and wan;
A reindeer who in nighttime glowed, awaiting Santa’s reins,
Deflated, just a plastic mess upon the grass remains.
In dark of night, how proud they stood, in Christmassy command;
By day, they’re just inflatables who’ve lost their will to stand!