The Fairy Skater

Across the frosty, moonlit air

a graceful fairy skates;

whizzing and whirling here and there;

forming figures of eight.

A triple salchow; double lutz

and toe-loop on the moon

then off at startling speed she shoots

whistling a Christmas tune.

From house to house this fairy glides;

snow-capped rooftops, her ramps

and, passing windows, peers inside

at sleeping little scamps.

She checks, you see, if girls and boys

are being good or not

so Santa doesn’t bring his toys

down the wrong chimney pots.