In air mid flight,

Startled with such a fright,

Looking out tinted window,

Visualizing UFO, or, wait…

No, rubbing my brow,

Estatic I see below,

Eight reindeer with Santa in tow,

Frost blowing off the sleigh,

As they dance and prance through open air,

With flash and flare,

They dash and almost crash,

Before gliding away,

As Santa waves,

Ho go ho, goodnight and good cheer.